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Seeing that Tsleeixth had difficulty standing(and honestly, who wouldn't after being stabbed that many times), Sagax hauled the beastman up by the underside of his arms and lifted him over his shoulder, careful not to agitate the wounds and letting Tsleeixth use his admittedly small frame for support. "The way seems clear enough...we should be able to get back to the others without much issue. If we do get intercepted though, leave the fighting to me, ya?" Small and frail Sagax was indeed, but he wasn't bleeding profusely out of several new holes in his body. The potion wouldn't do much at all if Tsleeixth reopened his wounds trying to fight, and while the rest of the company couldn't have been too far away, the less time his scaly friend spent bleeding out, the better. Peering through the steam as best he could, Sagax carefully navigated the room, steering clear of anything that looked particular big and mean. He didn't come across any more Ashlanders, which he was most certainly thankful for, and Sagax didn't have to guess why they all took the opportunity to run off: All the armor in the world wouldn't stop a hammer the size of a small boat from turning them into paste. "I hope someone over there has some first aid supplies...maybe Roze or Do'karth could help, but I haven't seen either of them since the steam settled."

Tsleeixth grunted in pain as Sagax hauled him up, pain flaring from his wounds as he was moved, although he was grateful that Sagax had the forethought of hauling him up by the underside of his arms rather than pulling him by the arm. Leaning for support he nodded when the Imperial told him to leave hte fighting to him if they ran into any trouble "Hmm.....alright." He said finally, letting out a sigh of frustration, clearly not happy at not being able to help Sagax in case they got into a fight, although he knew that in his current state it'd only worsen an already problematic situation. When they began to move around the steam-filled room, part of Tsleeixth was happy that the steam made them move more slowly as he doubted that in his current state he could move very fast or at least not without it causing his wounds to open up again or some other complication occurring "Seems that the Centurion scared off most of the Ashlanders, eh?" He commented, his wounds flaring up in pain as a coughing fit racked his body, crimson blood splattering on the floor of the Dwemer ruin "Ah, Hist-damned bloodlung."  Said the Saxhleel, wiping the corner of his mouth with his good arm, turning his attention towards Sagax when he spoke again "Yeah, hopefully they'll have some medical supplies....I think Niernen knew some restoration magic so hopefully she'll be able to help too."  

"Ah, yeah, that's true, Niernen seems very skilled with magic...far beyond anything I could possibly hope to learn, that's for sure. I'm sure she'll fix you right up. Hopefully no one else requires her services, she'd have her work cut out for her."  Progressing further, Sagax could hear voices. Tamrielic voices, one he could recognize as Edith. Finally, they were back with the company! "Nearly there, Tsleeixth. Hopefully we can get the hell out of here soon..." Adding slight briskness to his pace, Sagax went to rejoin the rest of his and Tsleeixth's comrades. He couldn't see Sadri or Niernen immediately, but having Tsleeixth sit with the others for a little bit would be better than leaving him alone in the middle of the room. Eventually though, Sadri made his way over to the beastman and patched his wounds up with little issue. Sagax bowed and said his thanks, and attempted to help Tsleeixth test his steadiness, and lifted him to his feet again.

"Hmmm, hopefully, but something tells me that, with the luck we've been having, I won't be the only one in need of restoration magic, far from it." Said Tsleeixth, shaking his head slightly. He raised his head a little when he heard people speaking in Tamrielic, vaguely able to recognise that the owner of the voice he now heard belonged to Edith "Ah, good, it seems that there are more of us still in the fight." He said, relieved at the fact that, to the best of his knowledge, he was hte only one that was injured so far. Grunting slightly in protest as Sagax started moving a little faster, Tsleeixth did the best he could to keep up with the Imperial's pace although it was evident that he was much weakened and even a slight jog was taxing for him in his current state. Once they were amongst their comrades he couldn't help but let otu a sigh of relief and sat on the ground tiredly, letting Sadri take care of his wound to the best of the Dunmer's capabilities "[i]Hmmm, will have to thank him latter[/i]." He htought to himself. Once that was done he didn't protest when he was lifted back up once again by his Imperial comrade "I think I'll be fine now Sagax." He said as he moved a little away from Sagax to stand on his own without leanign on him, but his knees quickly gave upon him and if it wasn't for the nearby wall in which he leaned, he'd have collapsed to the ground for a second time. 

It looked like Sagax wasn't the only stubborn one. Going over to assist Tsleeixth, he helped the beastman to the door to leave the room; Tsleeixth was in no place to fight a Centurion. Staring down one of the Ashlanders that were miraculously, if only temporarily, made allies by Madura and Niernen, Sagax cautiously lead Tsleeixth out of the room. "I don't like the way those Ashlander guys were looking at you...looked like they would have pounced on us at any moment."  Sagax had heard stories and read historical books about the lives of Argonians that lived in Morrowind, how they were kept as slaves on farms and in mines. The Ashlanders clearly saw Saxhleel as a lesser race, more akin to animals. "You should be fine here, Tsleeixth. As much as I'd rather not, I'm going back in. That metal monster in there won't topple itself! Ah, but hold on a moment..." Tearing off a few strips from his shirt, Sagax handed the fabric to Tsleeixth. "If your bandages start being bled through, you can tie some more on to stop it." Turning around to walk back into the steam-filled deathtrap ahead, Sagax was glad he was so agile...the best way to fight is to not get hit at all!

Tsleeixth didn't protest when Sagax guided him towards the door so that he'd leave the room, he was in no shape to help against the Centurion he had to accept that no matter how much he disliked the truth of his situation. As thee moved away from the room Tsleeixth was surprised, albeit unpleasantly, to see the two Ashlanders there, the looks that the Dunmer's threw at him and Sagax having not gone unnoticed by the beastman "Yeah, tell me about it...." Said Tsleeixth, waiting until they were away form earshot of the Ashlanders before continuing "Bastards would probably be happy to see me in chains, working in some mine or farm back in Morrowind." He spat with disgust before Sagax set him down once they were sufficiently away, the Argonian frowning when Sagax, after he had handed him a few strips of cloth from his shirt, said that he was going back into the room with the Centurion. Reachign with hsi good arm he grasped the Imperial's wrist when he had turned around "Sagax, be careful.....don' t let your guard down, not with the Centurion nor with those, I don't trust them." He said, his tone weary, bbefore letting go of Sagax's wrist and allowing the Imperial to return to the steam-filled chamber at the heart of the Dwemer ruins.

"Don't worry about me, friend, I'll be fine! When am I ever not the soul of caution, ya?" Pausing momentarily, Sagax turned back to Tsleeixth with one hand raised. "Actually...don't answer that." With that, he sped off back into Robot Hell to lend his, albeit little, assistance with the current situation. Nothing could go as wrong as the bombing run though, he was most certain of that.

"...fingers crossed."