"I'll be fine." Paul's voice is deeper, gruff with suppressed emotion, eyes still closed. He had to be strong. Otherwise he'd fall apart, like his world had. "Yes. That was me." Paul replied, stiff and tense, after he opened his eyes. They were bleak, the eyes of someone who lost everything.
Viviane noticed that she had hit an open wound with someone she owed, and said, "Oh. Thank you for rescuing Lios." She had heard of the man who had destroyed an entire slaving operation by himself in Skyrim. Vivane didn't know what he was doing here in High Rock, but was glad he was apparently helping Lios.