Did she feel guilty for choking out the next-in-command of the Dawnguard’s, and for over-reacting, stepping out of line, and acting like an idiot? Sure she did, but her passions got the better of her as it always did when it concerned women facing an unjust death.  Did she feel regret for causing a scene, to interject herself into a scenario that didn’t particularly concern her? Not so much. Even with the crossbows trained upon her, Sevine stood her ground, yet a Dunmer man, one of the Dawnguard’s, removed his helm, and supported the woman that knelt behind Sevine, confirming that the woman wasn’t an atypical blood-thirsty vampire, a monster blinded by the sheer need to survive. 

	One of the aspects that made the Dawnguard so deadly, were the fact that they had crossbows, something Sevine was unaccustomed to wielding, she had never fired one herself so to speak, but she had witnessed their firing capacity. A crossbow could shoot a loaded bolt farther than she could aim, and with a better accuracy at that. When the Nord man raised his crossbow at her, pointing the loaded bolt, originally intended for the woman behind her, dead center at her chest, and threatened her verbally, she had every intention to sound off some form of insult. However, to her rescue, the Dunmer man stepped in between her, and the Nord, snatching his crossbow away in one swift grab. A heavy tension filled the air, as the other members of the Dawnguard chose sides in the stand-off she had created.  With both men facing each other in a suspenseful stare down, six members sided with the Dunmer, and two supported the Nord. It was then, during the tension of uncertainty, did the woman behind Sevine speak up, asking for her comrades to take her back to the fort for a questioning. While the matter didn’t sit well with Sevine, she wasn’t going to protest her request. When he nodded in agreement to her request, the Dunmer joined the vampire’s side, declaring that she would be held in the guard’s captivity until their departure. 

‘[i]If you get to depart at all… We all may be dead by tomorrow’s morn.[/i]’ She thought bitterly.

	The Nord man appeared frustrated at the decision as he threw his hands up in protest, his rank amongst the other members of the Dawnguard present had been disregarded all thanks to Sevine’s irrational behavior. After he snatched his crossbow back from the Dunmer, whose name was Munoel, as she deduced from the situation, he shot her a hateful glance, one that raised the hair on the back of her neck, though she kept her face void of visible emotion. With a stressful sigh, Munoel signaled for the vampire woman to be escorted away, at least she would be safe for the time being from the harm of her own comrade’s bows. She remained silent, and listened to Munoel thanking Rhasha for effectively diffusing the situation better than she had, which she was grateful that he had arrived in the first place, as she surely would have ended up with a bolt in her chest. When Munoel finally addressed her, Sevine felt like a scolded child, much like how her father would scold her for not bedding down the goats, or leaving the sheep out of their pen’s all night. However, she let his words glide over her, like water down her back, as her temper had subsided in the event of the vampire woman’s life being spared. Hramon, the Nord she had choked, skulked away still shooting spiteful glances at her, as he walked away with his comrades that had supported him.

	Sighing with a hint of frustration and regret, Sevine attempted to fix the situation at least with Munoel, “I do apologize… for my rash behavior. It was certainly uncalled for, and I didn’t mean to escalate the situation by any means. I lost my temper, I overheard her words and I couldn’t bear the thought of watching your group shoot her full of bolts. Vampire or not, she helped more on the field of battle than anyone else could. More than I could…” She added the last part quietly, as Munoel had turned his attention to Rhasha’Dar, her words lost to deaf ears, but it mattered not now. No words could change the situation she had caused, no amount of apologizing, or pleading for forgiveness. As Munoel handed Rhasha, Anika’s crossbow, that was the vampire woman’s name, she could only agree inwardly at his words, no matter the curse she bore, she was still a human all the same. Munoel shortly departed after that, leaving no time to thank him properly for the crossbow, Sevine turned to face her own comrade’s that had come to save her, or at least to dispel the situation. A regretful smile, if one could call it a smile at the least, managed to find its way on her lips. She opened her mouth to speak, but felt that she had done enough harm already by opening her mouth, that she cast her eyes to the ground, and sighed again.

“Thank you, thank you both. And thank you especially Rhasha, for being so level headed. I’m certain this would have turned out differently had none of you shown up. I [i]am[/i] sorry… Should’ve had my head on better, I suppose.” Finally, she found the courage to look them both in the eyes, the pained smile now gone from her face, and in place held a remorseful grimace. Boy, did she sure feel like an idiot now. Sevine wasn’t typically one to cause such a fiasco, but lingering on those thoughts wouldn’t help any, at least the vampire would live.