Taking the water gladly from Keegan, Rhasha was able to force a few swallows down without choking on the fluid. Even the process of drinking was sending reams of pain across his chest - a coughing fit likely wouldn't help his situation either.

"This one is just happy to be alive." He said in response to the Altmer, wincing as he took a few short steps. Thankfully, his legs were perfectly fine. It was bending over that would cause the most issues. "As for the crossbow... well, it may have made things worse. This one only knows about spears and axes; he fears shooting a ranged weapon would cause more than a few friendly injuries." He added with a somewhat grim smile. Keegan should know - he'd already been shot by it once, on the beach. Poor R'ihanna had looked mortified about that.

As the group milled about; the majority leaving with Daelin, Rhasha attempted to do something useful. First, retrieving his spear from the original battleground. It wasn't far, thankfully - but he had no intention of leaving behind such a beloved and well-used weapon. Axes already returned to their place at his waist, Rhasha used the spear as support while he walked back to the group, eyes on the lookout for any vegetation that may have survived the blazes. Thankfully, he was in luck. While there wasn't much in the way of fungus (Blisterwort could have come in handy) he was able to scavenge a few rock warbler eggs from a nest; the branch it had sat upon had fallen from the fire. Most of the eggs were smashed, but a few remained intact. Further along, he spotted some blue mountain flowers - many reduced to ash, crumbling beneath his fingers as he touched them - but some had been saved from the fires. All he had to do now was brew something useful out of them. They wouldn't make more than 2 health potions, at best. Unless he had some spare ingredients left in his knapsack?

Snapped from his musings about alchemy, Rhasha met Keegan's face as his near-shriek reached his ears. If he had the skin to go pale, Rhasha would have. Kamals? Here, and now?! He followed the three without hesitation behind the bush, not even considering running - even at his best, those things had the gait to catch up to him in no time. With injuries, it would be a pathetic jog to earn him maybe five extra minutes of life. He couldn't understand their misfortune... first the attack by the Spriggans, and now two of the Snow Demons had shown up at their weakest. Rhasha's hand travelled almost instinctively to the pendant around his neck while the four hid behind the bush, but he didn't grasp it as he used to do in times of fear or grief. Was there any point to praying to Azurah now? She never answered. And she wouldn't today. 

Following the other's actions, Rhasha lowered himself into the shallow ditch in the ground, gritting his teeth to stop himself crying out in pain. His wounds were still far from healed, but things would be a damn sight worse if the Kamals heard him mewling like a newborn kitten. More ash was poured onto him than the others, simply to cover up his fur properly. After Rothvar was satisfied, he lowered himself into his own ditch, and then.. they waited. The mage grew closer, and Rhasha vaguely wondered what would happen if it happened to step on them. Would it notice the sudden change in the ground? Keeping his eyes shut now, Rhasha hoped the four of them were good at playing dead. Maybe then the Kamal would leave them alone.