Henry looked at the Orc who miraculously saved him with a half smile and took his hand to stand up. He tried not to put weight on his left leg, as it was somewhat wounded. 

"Aye, Talos, Akatosh, Dibella, Malacath and all those others do not seem to want me yet" - Henry said as he stood up. - "Still, sincere thanks."

He carefully passed some weight on his injured leg in order not to stand holding hands with the Orsimer. The bard grinned because of pain for a moment, but soon the smile came back to his face and he let go of his saviors hand.