Tell her... Him... self? Harrowheart blinks slowly as he processes that suggestion. Fortunately for him, Marcella moves on quickly enough, and he's not put into any awkward circumstances where he will yet have to exchange words with Ushug.

"When I came to Tamriel, my fate and Felix's were bound together. If he didn't get home safe, I wouldn't have neither. But... Even if that hadn't been the case... He's the man Jim loves, and Jim's my friend, and a man in my condition's gotta do what needs to be done for the few friends he's lucky enough to make."

He takes a sip of his drink. When he lowers the glass from his lips his eyes are narrowed in thought, scrutinizing Marcella.

"You and your orc friend married yet?"