In Which Zachary Accepts a Trophy and Embarrassment<br/><hr/><br/>The world seemed a bit shaky as the ambrosia worked its magic through his weary body, knitting closed his flesh and removing the last remnants of the manticore poison.  The battle had been a fierce one, possibly the most intense in Zachary's young life but the rewards of having Libby's arms thrown around him and having earned a bit of respect from Terry were well worth it.  The son of Poseidon retrieved his short swords after awkwardly hugging Libby, fist bumping Terry, and sheathed the blades after a quick inspection to make sure they were not pitted or damaged. He returned his water bottle into his pocket.  He turned the manitcore tooth over in his hands, marveling at the strength and sharpness of it.  It would make a fine weapon.  He tucked it into his belt and started after the pair with a triumphant smile on his face.<br/><br/>Terry's question, however, threw him off balance and brought a flush of crimson to his weathered cheeks.  Talking about his father was a sore spot for Zachary, as it was for many of those with divine, absent parents.  He kicked at a stone as they headed down the path back towards camp.<br/><br/>"I don't know.  I'd like to think it was all me."<br/><br/>He then glanced over at Libby, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.<br/><br/>"You came up with a pretty good plan, Libby.  Thanks for that."<br/><br/>