Darting an amused grin at Sebastian as he was chided, Roze's face swiftly became more somber as she listened to what had happened from the Altmer. An attack from mages... this was certainly more dire than she had considered. At least if it had been the Kamal again, they would have only one enemy to deal with. Now a group of Mages gone rogue, armed with enough magic to collapse a city? It was a scary thought - what if they went to Solitude? The city was built on a damned arch... if that fell, the amount of lives that would be lost would be catastrophic.

As the group dispersed, either to mingle with the Mages or retrieve supplies, Roze turned once more to Sebastian, looking at him intently this time. The sadness that hung around the entire room clung to him too, which was odd. There wasn't much that got Sebastian down, but then again, she hadn't seen him for a few years. A lot could happen in that time - it had to her, after all.

"You've changed since last we met, Roza." Almost as if reading her mind, Sebastian spoke up with a tired smile. She returned it, a wry chuckle escaping her lips as she rubbed at the graze upon her cheek.

"Well, a lot has happened in the past few years..." Roze began - then changing the subject. She didn't want to to bring up the Kamal and Windhelm, too much bad had happened here for more news of disaster. "Where was it the last time? Somewhere in Haafingar?"

"That's it - someone tipped the guards off about a "treasonous wench" and we were run out of the Hold. I've still got scars from that day, you know. You owe me." 

"Oh, I owe you? I've still got scars from getting you out of trouble in Markarth. You're still lucky they left you in some random cell in the keep rather than Cidhna mine. I'm good, but not that good, Seb."

"Like you would have left me to rot in there. You'd miss me too much." The pair laughed quietly as they reminisced about warmer times, but the noise seemed out of place in the College. There had been too much grief, and the sound of joy dried up quickly. Despite Sebastian's wit out in the courtyard earlier, it was obvious that loss still sat too heavily in his heart. While he had come and go from the College throughout his years there, it had been, and always would be, his home - and the mage had lost friends in the attack, others severely wounded. But seeing his oldest friend Rozalia had picked up Sebastian's spirits somewhat... despite some obvious confusion.

"Not that I'm not pleased to see you or anything Roze, but... why did you come here? You're not a mercenary, you're a thief. Why would you join an outfit like this?" He asked, brow furrowed somewhat as he regarded her closely. Rozalia let loose a sigh, fiddling with one of the straps on her leather gauntlets absent-mindedly.

"It's a long story, Seb. Besides, a thief always looks for potentially lucrative opportunities. This hasn't turned out... horribly." She paused then, frowning. "Well... on second thoughts, it has. But I'm alive, and I have coin in my pocket. That's all that matters."

"The Roze I knew a few years ago wouldn't have thought that." Reaching forward, Sebastian brushed his fingers against her cheek, his palm glowing slightly as he healed the graze that sat there. "In fact, she'd just rob the group blind, head off in the opposite direction and have one hell of a party." At this, Roze raised her eyebrows - somewhat surprised to realise that he was quite correct. She really had changed a lot.

"Well, I promise you now that once this shit-storm has ended, I'll throw the biggest, loudest party in the country. And I might even invite you." Sebastian's smile returned at this, his hand still cupping her face. 

"Good. I'll bring the whiskey." Said softly, he leant down to gently press his lips against hers - a sweet moment, but it was swiftly brought to an end as he backed away with a wince, glaring at whoever had just smacked him over the head with a staff.

"You can make up for lost time later, Vorell! See to the injured - I didn't teach you restoration to just flirt with women!" The same petite Breton who had yelled at him earlier - Colette - brandished her staff again with a stern scowl.

"Since when did you learn restoration magic? I thought you were all about blowing things up?" Roza asked with a chuckle, watching as Sebastian rubbed his head with one hand and retrieved his own staff with the other, still glaring at Colette, who was returning it in kind.

"Since this one nagged me into doing it." Said with a grumble, he looked back to Roze. "I'll come see you later - don't leave without me, alright? We have parties to plan - [b]Colette, stop hitting me, I'm going![/b]" With another smack to the head, Roze laughed quietly as Colette all but marched Sebastian off by his ear.


As Sebastian left to help the wounded, Roze turned her own attention to the supplies - there was still plenty to be hefted up the stairs. Not even bothering with the crates - she'd probably dislocate both shoulders trying to lift the heavy things - the small woman slung a (still heavy) sack over her left shoulder and made do with that. Spotting Sevine picking up one of the crates with what looked like apparent ease (Once again, Roze cursed her lack of muscle; it'd probably be her end one day), she walked over, realising they hadn't spoken much lately. Likely because Sevine was busy emptying her stomach for the majority of the voyage here, poor thing. Either way, Roze had some worries about what had happened at the College, and she hoped it would do her some good in voicing them.

"A terrible thing what happened here, Sevine... but I've had a concerning thought. Do you think that the Mages who attacked Winterhold are in league with the Kamal? We know the Ice-Demons are capable of communicating well enough with us, enough so to propose a duel. What are we going to do if they're working as one?" This was said with a troubled look in her eyes. It was obvious that the Kamal meant to start a War with Skyrim, or perhaps even the whole of Tamriel, and this would be all the harder to win if they had the aid of such powerful mages. She herself had no experience in war; the siege of Windhelm had been her first proper battle, and she had nearly perished during it. Admittedly, due to a small bout of "let's-try-suicide" with Sagax, but regardless, it didn't seem to bode well for the future. 

[i]"For me, at least."[/i]