He managed to keep hold of his, but only just; having it in hand helps a little, giving him something to focus on as the chills and nausea subside. It also helps that he's able to reach for his magicka again, even if he's not about to cast anything.

His hands drift to his belt, taking stock of the weapons there - not that they were swapped long enough for any of them to get lost or damaged, but old habits die hard.

"Agreed, on both counts." He, too, has done worse, but that doesn't mean he's eager to repeat this experience.