Was she right to call him a fool? Probably. Did he care? No. Instead of any kind of response, the Nord simply let out a grunt as she flicked his forehead. She berated him as if he was her husband, and while Andrel didn’t appreciate it, he still didn’t do anything to stop it. She’d saved him, it was obvious she at least cared about him, though only as a person, nothing more. Instead, he chose to watch her as she brewed a liquid. At this point, Andrel was unsure of what she was making, he was no alchemist. Made it was something to simply calm his nerves? Whatever it was, he just went along with it and drank the brew. Though from the moment he had finished, he realized what had just happened “You-“ He fell back onto the stone bed, already in a deep sleep. Yet it was different. No dreams, no nightmares, nothing. Just blackness. Yet it was oddly peaceful, starring into the abyss. Made this was what awaited the Nord in the afterlife. It wasn’t Sovngarde, but it was more then he could ever deserve for his failures. As a warrior, as a brother, and as a friend. Yet just as soon as he had arrived, a light appeared in the Darkness. Instinctively, Andrel moved toward it only to suddenly awake, a cold sweat lingering on his skin. He breathed heavily for a few moments before getting his bearings.<br/><br/>It was clear he wasn’t in the Dwemer city, though that should have been apparent when he noticed that he was no longer on a stone bed. Not to mention the new clothing that he was wearing. His armor remained close by, yet he did not remember taking it off. Perhaps the past few days hadn’t never occurred, maybe he had been rescued by fellow Stormcloaks and was now safe. This was a fleeting wish, as the memories rushed back to the Nord, rather painfully. Andrel remembered the Snow-Elf that had rescued him, how she cared for him and how she revealed his family was gone, along with everything else. He didn’t know wether to be angry at her or to thank her, for momentarily taking the pain of the past away. Slowly, the Nord slipped out of the bed and got to his feet, though his legs were shaky after days of without use. Step by step, he made it to the door of the cabin and stepped outside, his eyes to a moment to adjust to the beams of light that provided the underground world with illumination. It was unlike anything he had ever seen, Skyrim was a cold and colorless place, so to see something like this underground was utter insanity.<br/><br/>Brushing aside his curiosity, Andrel made his way to the She-Elf and stood behind her, his arms crossed (though his shoulder was still a little sore from the arrow wounds). “You could have just told me what that drink was. I would have taken it.” His tone was groggy, which was to be expected when someone had just woken up. “I suppose this was the Vale your we’re speaking about? I’ve never seen anything like this before.” The Nord slowly sits down next to the fire, watching Luna as she continued to cook. “You dragged me all the way here, didn’t you?” At this point, he didn’t even question it. “Your a woman of many skills. I did not expect for you have that kind of strength.” Andrel was a large man, broad shoulders and prevalent muscles made that abudently clear. Compared to Luna, he was quite the figure, and he defiantly had weight to him. Not to mention the armor he was wearing. “Now that I am here, I should make myself useful. Anything at all that you need done, I will do it.” He would repay his debt, even if it took the rest of his life. “Why don’t you go rest? I’m sure you need it.”