Colors pulled back his hand, away from Sabine. "No, really, it's fine. I don't want to trouble you."

Just ahead of them, a Khajiit woman from Ra'maranja's group turned her head back towards them. "Don't worry, this one took care of that lout's little cut. And he was such a cub about it, too." She snickered, raising up her hand and charging a small amount of restoration magic through it for a moment. 

Colors rubbed the back of his neck and gave a somewhat forced laugh. "Ah, but can you truly blame me, my lady? I do not care that I am both lycan and Argonian, the streets of Senchal are positively foul with waste. With how my luck has been going the past few months, a toxin only deadly to my kind would find its way into my wound. Of course, I am most grateful for your assistance." He said to the Khajiit before looking to Sabine and giving a bow. "And for the offer of assistance from such a kind and beautiful mage."