With a few more swings of his axe, Rhasha'Dar was finally able to kill the wraith focusing on him - he'd suffered a few frost burns to the arms, but nothing overly serious. His fur had protected him for the most part, and he once again thought that the Men and Mer of Nirn truly suffered without it - although he had a feeling Sevine would be horrified to see he'd lost some small patches to the frost.

Rhasha was thankful to the Gods that nobody had perished - they'd seen enough death recently. They were even able to save the two who they had come to rescue - and their purposes interested Rhasha immensely. A priest of Azurah, and a Khajiiti follower - both somehow alive after all they had been through. Indeed, upon listening to their story, Rhasha found himself both sympathetic to their plight, and frankly amazed they'd lasted this long - not that Dumhuvud was making it any easier, that was. Watching on with a glare directed at the back of the Cat-Kicker's head, Rhasha'Dar's gaze softened completely as he looked upon R'ihanna and Kattun.

"This one should be able to heal your wounds - let us get to the warmth first." Helping the frail Khajiiti woman onboard the ship, Rhasha inclined his head in thanks towards Leif as he offered his help.

"Many thanks, Leif. If your friend Orvar or anyone else has need of potions, you need only ask." Having re-stocked at various points between Windhelm and Dawnstar before leaving, Rhasha had plenty of ingredients - even a few pre-brewed potions given to him by the caravan. 

Taking the shivering pair down into the ship, he set them by one of the braziers before retrieving his supplies. Kattun had to be seen too first, with his frost-bitten hands. There wasn't much healthy colour left to the fingertips, but after gently rubbing them and having Kattun down a few potions, the feeling began to come back in painful pins and needles. Still, it was better than the flesh being dead. Although skillful enough in potions and their properties, Rhasha didn't know much about amputations.

As for R'ihanna, she mostly seemed to be just suffering from the cold and slight malnutrition. As he checked her over, Rhasha could see some old wounds that had already healed over, but she apparently was in no sort of pain. Giving her a resist frost potion in the hopes it would quell her shivering, Rhasha offered up a smile to them both.

"This one thinks it is a shame you did not reach the shrine of Azurah - it is a magnificent thing, and this one feels warmth in his heart knowing he had seen her beauty." At this, he paused, realising he had not yet introduced himself. "This one is named Rhasha'Dar - and he hopes you reach your destination soon, after this mess is taken care of. Now, perhaps this one should take you to the galley, yes? Nothing more but rest and food will heal you both now."