When she heard the morose story from Faralda, Sevine’s disposition softened considerably as she surveyed the inside of the Mage’s College; she had never stepped foot within these walls, though she had heard of its beautiful seaside-views from the tower. Seeing the college in its current, depressing state, she uttered a low sigh, this is why they were here, this is why a rescue operation was needed. From the sorceress’ words, they couldn’t bury all of the dead, and burned the rest; horrified that they had to result to burning the bodies, Sevine offered a silent, mental prayer up to Mara, hoping that some positive light would be shed during their time here. She overheard her say, Faralda that is, for them to mingle with those within the college, and with one particular woman named Colette who had taken care of the injured, and to take the supplies upstairs to the library. As her eyes swept over the individuals lying strewn about the room, some weak, some sleeping, some reading, and so on. It was then that she spotted Do’Karth helping haul in the remainders of the supplies. 

“Do’Karth!” Sevine cried out, as she headed his general direction. “I was worried there for a moment when you were climbing the shaft up, that you would fall. Faralda, the sorceress over there,” She hooked her thumb over her shoulder at the exhausted Altmer woman, apparent the disaster had taken an astonishing toll on her, “said for us to take the supplies up to the library, I can help if you planned to move these. If not, I was going to check on the wounded, a woman named Colette has looked over them during this time, we may need to make a litter to carry them down. I’m not sure how many are able-bodied…” It was good to talk to him again, now that she wasn’t keeled over the side of [i]The Courtesan[/i] up-chucking.

“I figured we ought to bring Solveig along to help us too.” Sevine said, placing her hands on her hips as her eyes scoured the room searching for her. It wasn’t hard to find the Nord woman with her coppery-red hair in the Hall of Elements. “Solveig! Come give us a hand would you, please?” Her voice wasn’t loud, but it definitely wasn’t an inside voice. By now, she could the warmth in her toes and fingertips returning.