[The man was wise to keep his distance and wise to allow the other to take his task as he would, to learn his steps and at least remain some manner of dignity that seemed very precious to him. He was used to striking fear in those that lived beneath the skies, used to only the minor rebellion until the dovahkiin made their appearance within his realm. His realm, his place to do away with when he pleased and how and before all this, before they came to rise against him--he was certain nothing could stop him and in that refused to believe he was dead.] I don't need your help, joor!

[His voice snapped, despite the others kindness.] I don't need anyone's help with this useless body of weak flesh. It should prove easy enough to navigate considering that it is the body of man.