Zainat never had been a deep sleeper. He supposed that it was a cultural thing - House Dunmer and Outlanders had always found that the Urshilaku were hard to sneak up on, so when the Dwemer began shooting at Francis, he woke up almost instantly - His Shortsword halfway out of its sheath before he was even on his feet. He crouched, looking around frantically - And then he saw Francis shouting and waving at the others, trying to wake them. "Francis! Are the Dwe- " He started, before part of the Eastern wall blew away, knocking him off his feet as a chunk of broken stone, no larger than his fist, slammed into his left shoulder. He dropped to the ground, but then slowly rose again. "What the fuck was that!?" He shouted, clutching at his shoulder. He wasn't given an answer, of course, nor did he need one - He knew it was the Dwemer, come to kill them all.

He quickly grabbed up his bow and quiver, slinging the quiver over his un-injured shoulder, and ran to a window near Francis and Leah, his blood tinted eyes widening in horror as he took in the massive army of Dwemer just outside the Mosque. "Azura save me..." He muttered, his courage breaking at the sight of the Dwemer's sheer might. He wasn't supposed to be here! His wanderlust had taken him too, too far from Resdayn. Not even Lord Nerevar had been able to defeat The Dwemer, and he had been Azura's chosen. What hope did Zainat have? None. He would die - He knew that.

Shaking his head, Zainat cast the thoughts from his mind - For now. Now wasn't the time to act like a scared child. Shame filled him, and he ran towards Francis, insurgents dropping all around him. When he reached Francis - He paused a moment, half turning to the Breton. "I take back what I've said about you and your friend. You are both honorable, brave men." He bowed his head slightly at Francis, and then drew an Arrow from his Quiver, and smiled softly. "Lead on. I'll follow you - If you'll allow me."