The Dunmer slowly lifts himself to a crawl. He'd seen - or at least heard - enough of this stranger's encounter for his interest to be piqued. He had known of the coming of dragons - even of the visit to Sovngarde to defeat Alduin, as the Aetheronauts had detected it. But this masked man is an anomaly. Perhaps this was the source of the disturbances.

For now, though, his helmet has jostled loose. More to the point, he seems to have had the wind knocked out of him.

He won't admit it, but he probably wouldn't mind a hand.