The Argonian moved with the silent grace of a predator, even once the battle was over and he strode toward his group casually. He was not trying to be stealthy or threatening, but there was an air of danger about him. At least, to those whom he did not call comrades. These ones before him were obviously hurt, and it seemed as he got there they had begun to pick up the wounded and greeted the Nord they had aided. 

He walked at the fore of the small group after he had retrieved his hunting bow and the arrows that had slipped out of his quiver. His Axe was still out and at the ready, but they did not need to go far before they made it to the Nord's small camp. Dax did not need any healing. From the stings he had received, and the scratches upon his callused scales from the brief fight, he knew his minor wounds would heal in no time. 

He gave a curt bow of his head at Rothvar Tower-Shield's story and lament, something that Daixanos was very deeply respectful of. For all of the differences he had with the Nords, he shared their fatalism and stoicism, and lament of past deeds. When their new host and Jorwen were finished with their interaction, Daixanos approached them and waited until he had the time to speak. 

"Rothvar Tower-Shield." Daixanos said in greeting, placing a fist over his broad Argonian chest. "It would be my honor to help you bury your comrades, when there is time for it. And I thank you for your service in our aid." With that, Dax gave a warrior's nod, and turned to stride over to a slumbering but pale Sevine. As a fellow Ranger and Hunter, he felt it was his duty to watch vigil over her until she recovered enough to be coherent. He was not certain of how else he could help, for this was a task suited for him. To be a guard and lookout, though doubtless if anyone else had another suggestion, they would tell him. He kept an equally watchful gaze over the treeline.