Do'Karth had not managed to get far out of doors when a familiar voice called out his name. He stopped in his tracks and turned to see Sevine approaching, the fire-haired Nord looking all too relieved to see him. When she mentioned her relief at his safety, the khajiit smiled and placed his free hand on her arm, just under the shoulder. "This one would be lying if he said it didn't cross his mind that he might slip once or twice," he said, thinking about how the hook had given out on him, and only quick reflexes and the existing infrastructure had saved him from plummeting. "But Do'Karth felt it better to risk a fall than to be any closer to that damned water than he had to." he joked, his gaze following Sevine's gesture towards the tired-looking altmer woman who probably hadn't slept at all since the siege began. He nodded, heading back to the equipment. "Let's move the supplies first, then. Do'Karth can tend to the wounded afterwards.This one would appreciate it if you stayed with him for a time. He always appreciates your company, and Sevine is rather capable." he said warmly, heading back in the doors and to the supply bags. 

Hefting one up between his arms with his staff perched atop, fed through a strap so it wouldn't slip, he chuckled. "Really, between us two, what cannot be accomplished?" when Solveig was called out to, he raised a pair of fingers in a greeting gesture to the woman that Jorwen had asked him to keep an eye on. Fortunately, Solveig was pretty self-sustaining now that she wasn't crippled from her injuries and her face had healed up rather nicely, even if scars and discolouration remained. With any luck, they'd be out of the College before the Kamals came back and no one would be at unnecessary risk.

Following a mage who volunteered to help the company members carrying the supplies walk to the library, Do'Karth took a moment to appreciate the ancient building, and the presence of something otherworldly lingered heavy in the air, or so it felt to the khajiit. He wondered if any new kinds of magic were discovered in these halls, and what kind of wonder was brought into the world here. "This one would not concern yourself with how we will evacuate the mages," he said to Sevine as they walked through the halls. "Someone far more crafty than Do'Karth probably is already working on a solution. Perhaps our leaders, who decided to do this mission, had contingency plans. Do'Karth, in truth, expected we would have to scale the outside cliffs to get in. Imagine his surprise when it was a simple shaft!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Moments later, the mercenaries were lead into the library and Do'Karth was momentarily taken aback; there must have been tomes here hundreds of years old. There was much history here, and one of the grouchiest looking orcs he'd ever seen, an elderly man with a bushy white beard. Do'Karth had the distinct impression the man considered this his home above all other places in the world. "Just put it over there!" he growled, gesturing irritably at one of the few unoccupied sections of the walls, leaving the unburdened mercs a moment of relief and to look around in awe. "It is times such as this Do'Karth wished he knew how to read..." he said.