Chiron, always so boisterous and loud, was pale. He looked up sharply at her touch and blinked, his eyes uncomprehending. "Poté sti zoí mou den écho dei tétoio trómo na ensarkotheí," he said softly, then looked back toward the island. "In where I am home, we have many beasts... fiends, yes? But never have I seen... such size." He shook his head and stood, one hand clutching the grip of his sword. "May the gods spare us its terror," he whispered, then turned to Harris and knelt next to her. He glanced at Amal. "Will help her as I can, yes? She will need a time, or many, I think."<br/><br/>By then the boat was near the dock. The sailors, shaken but professional, cast lines and pulled their vessel in close to the dock. Ethan stepped off as soon as he could, but turned back to the others. "Stay here, if you need to. I understand if none of you want to continue onward with me, but I cannot turn my back on those in need."<br/><br/>Chiron spat to the side. "Go, E'tan, make hurry. I shall follow when my friend weeps no more." He gently touched Harris' shoulder, his eyes proud. Whatever else could be said about the man, he was loyal, even to friends he didn't really know anything about. Ethan nodded and glanced at Amal, trying to decide if an apology was more appropriate than whatever other words he might find. In the end he turned away and hurried up the dock, past the small knot of Blitzballers on the shore who were staring in dread at the smoke that rose from deeper within.<br/><br/>He thought briefly of his weapon, sitting back in the ship in their shared cabin, but it was too late to go back for it. Besides which, if he were swift enough no fiends would appear to harass him on his way to the village. He was sure that was where the attack had been directed. Sin always targeted population centers--but why Besaid? Why not Bevelle, or Luca, or anywhere else? He couldn't think of a place more remote than the island village, which by all reports was sleepy at best and dismal at worst. Thinking of the people living their quiet lives there made his pace quicken, and he sped past palm trees and waterfalls alike as he made his way inland.