Andrew
*One of the stormcloaks turned and let out a shrill shriek of terror as he caught sight of the ghost. Stumbling back, he pulled out of his axe, clutching it tightly.* "Back foul apparition! We don't need ghosts on top of the dragon out there!" 

*The other squinted at Bjorn, taking in the sight of him.* "Bjorn... Is that you? I thought you were dead, mate. Aren't you supposed to be in Sovngarde?"
Colleen
*Once she'd finished tending to injuries, Tia moved over to Andral and looked him up and down.* "Pardon me sir, but are you alright? Did you get any injuries out there?" *She was almost terrifyingly calm, considering the situation.*
Vivian
*Andral looked at Tia for a moment, still a bit taken aback by his strange experiences but similarly calm. He rose a single finger and began to pat himself down, clenching his fists and stretching his limbs. For the most part he appeared fine until he pulled back one of his sleeves, revealing a bruise on his forearm. Already his alabaster skin was starting to turn black and blue from the impact, but he didn't seem too bothered by it, just calmly looking at it and rubbing it with his hand.*

"Seems so. Think I bumped into something on the way, or I got hit by one of those rocks. No need to use your supplies on this, I've got something for it. Let's see..." 

*Andral took the backpack off his shoulders and opened it up, digging through it while muttering curses under his breath. He began to look more and more irritated, a little anger brewing in his unusually-shaded eyes, before at last it was replaced with relief. With one hand he slung the pack over his shoulders again, and with the other held what he'd been searching for- a corked glass bottle filled with some sort of red liquid, akin to a healing potion but not quite the same look. Not hesitating for a moment, he yanked the cork out of the bottle and downed the contents in one go, leaving a little red tinge on his lips. He once more pulled his sleeve down over the bruise, which had already begun to shrink in size.*

"Aside from that, I should be fine, thank you. But I am intrigued by something, regarding that dragon. Could've just been a trick of the mind, what with all the commotion and noises, but it sounded like it was... Talking."
Mandy
He stands watch, waiting for Bjorn to return, also shockingly calm considering, but he's also not making any effort to talk to anyone
Genevieve
"Put that axe away, soldier, unless you've got silver or something it won't do anything to me." He says with a laugh, "I am dead," He says with a chuckle, "I'm literally a ghost, aren't I. Damn Thalmor cursed me, bound me to an Amulet of Talos, prevented me from going to Sovngarde."