Sagax spent the time after being treated sitting next to Roze, who looked just as pale as she did after getting out of the water, as the battle raged on nearby. Not that he could have done much else. He was sore all over and his head would periodically burst into an inferno of searing pain. At times, it would be so great that he felt like he was going to throw up over the stonework of the city. Gods, it was so nice to be back inside Windhelm proper, behind solid walls. Out on the docks, they were sitting ducks, but in the city they had some actual cover from the missiles of the accursed Kamal warships. He was even more grateful to be back behind solid wall as he continued to hear the docks being pounded with giant ice spikes, courtesy of the Snow Demons. The ground shook and the shattering of stone could be heard beyond the gates. Looking over at Roze, Sagax was surprised to see her still out of it, eyes closed and breathing slowly. It was quite clear Roze was in a real bad way if not even the quake of spells hammering the city could rouse the Breton from her sleep. She was going to be alright though, definitely. "Oh please Lady Mara, let her be alright...it was my idea, not hers, she should not be punished for my recklessness." She was so pale, and undoubtedly very cold. A sympathetic Nord guardsman, a rare thing indeed, helped Sagax carry Roze to one of the nearby sconces around the Grey Quarter. Hopefully what little warmth the fire could provide would make Roze more comfortable.

Deciding that there wasn't anything more he could do to help at that moment, Sagax steadily rose to his feet with the support of his scabbard; it hadn't gotten any easier with rest and healing, unfortunately. As he began to make his way...somewhere, he didn't quite know what his destination was going to be, he noticed an axe laying on a crate nearby. Picking it up and examining it, he thought it looked familiar. Thinking back before the battle, he recalled that it was Felix's. He saw it dangling on the bard's belt as the man handed Sagax a manuscript, which was in his bag...in the warehouse. No chance of getting back at that moment. He wasn't stepping one damn foot on those docks. Thinking that it would be better off with himself instead of in the open for anyone to take, Sagax clipped the axe to his belt. Felix died in defense of Windhelm, and his weapon deserved an honored place in the hall of the dead in his body's stead. No way was he going to let some random layabout loot it.

Sagax felt, and no doubt looked, lost. The screams of the dying and the scared were harrowing, and the constant battering of the city by the Kamal were having a very ill effect on his mind. He just needed to walk, think about other things. Like rabbits. Rabbits are such nice creatures, so fluffy and docile. The world could use more rabbits, thought Sagax. Maybe he would find a rabbit and tame it when it came time to go back home, and...oh who was he even kidding?

Stopping somewhere in the Stone Quarter, he wasn't of a mind to know exactly where, Sagax let himself fall against the side of a building as he put his hands to his face. This was hopeless. What could they do against the Kamal? They were giants, with giant swords and giant shields and giant ships and giant mages...they could have taken Windhelm hours ago. They were just toying with everyone. It was probably a game for them. Pick on the little humans, and kill a few for good measure. Bastards. Where were the gods in such a time? Where was Mara's benevolence? Stendarr's righteous might? Where were they when they were truly needed, when these beasts were slaughtering their followers like cattle? Surely they would help. Yes, soon. They were just biding their time, waiting for the Kamal to be at their weakest. The Demons would grow arrogant and careless, and that's when the might of the gods would strike them down.

In his thoughts, he was deaf and blind to the squad of Dawnguard nearby, and to the pleas of their commander. It took the continued shouting of Sevine to bring him back to the sordid reality he so desperately wanted to escape. When he looked towards the commotion, a Dawnguard and the huntress were face-to-face, glaring at each other in a deadly staring match. Sagax didn't even know what the hell was going on.

"Sevine? What are you doing?" He said as he made his way to the group. "What's going on over here...and why is there a hand print around your neck?" Sagax had turned to the soldier that Sevine was trying to kill with her eyes, as there was indeed a large red mark going across his throat. Did Sevine just do what he thought she did? 

Oh gods, and Sagax thought [i]he[/i] had a knack for getting into trouble...