Swims looked into Veria's eyes sympathetically. He could understand why she was blaming herself, but he didn't think what she was saying was true. "Veria, do not be so hard on yourself. If anything, you saved me. That bandit was impatient, and didn't believe that we didn't have the gold, or maybe she didn't even care. She was going to kill us anyway. If you hadn't shot her, then she probably wouldn't have delayed in killing us. If she wouldn't have stopped to, you know, torture you, then those soldiers wouldn't have been able to save us in time. I owe you my life, and I think we both owe those soldiers our lives."

Murnglesh stayed near the door so as not to get in the way, but spoke up once she heard mention of the soldiers. "The patrol that saved you is still here in Blankenmarch. The leader, Do'Khajra I think, wanted to know if you recovered. I still don't think you should move from that bed, but I could go tell him and see if he would like to come to you."

"Yes, please. I would appreciate that. Thank you, for everything." Swims responded. Murnglesh bowed her head, then left the room to go get the Khajiit.