Marius felt like his head was made of lead. The adrenaline having long since faded away to just paranoid fear, he didn't know exactly how he should feel but it wasn't the exhilaration he had been told he might. Oh, at the time during the fight he did feel an excitement. An edge that one might delve into were they so inclined, but it didn't justify the sheer sobriety and hangover of anxiety that preceded and followed the experience. 

"Yes," He breathed in a nervous sigh. "It was my first." 

At least he no longer felt like he needed to lose his lunch. Initially after they had fled the movement of the horse and the sheer brutality of the experience had made him feel queasy, but now he wanted nothing more than to go back home and sleep for eighteen years, and he realized again that he had no home to go back to save some inn at Wolfenburg. 

"I am alive. Whether I am ok is a deeper question, but I can settle for the former for now. Are you?" 

"Da. Small skirmish compared to vhat I haf escaped before." She said, though clearly she had the frame of mind not to make so little of the encounter. "Yhou do gud. Many die furst coombat. If yhou beyeter dooler than horseman, perheps you eh...f... formedbal?" 

"Formidable." Marius asked. 

"Da, is what I meant to sey." She said, hooking her carbine over her shoulder and taking the reins of Konya. Once they had established that Marius could ride Dagbhert without crashing him through a copse of trees. "Now leet us go. Beatmahn stubborn like boor. Maybe dey still follow." 

"They might have been the bloody things that destroyed the silo." Marius thought aloud and kicked his mount into a trot alongside Natasha and her mount.