Zavros' parents looked upwards at him, eyes wide as they looked at the wreckage around them, and the sight of their son.<br/><br/>"Zavros?" asked his mother, her voice trembling. "You helped us, didn't you? W-what about that? D-does it hurt?"<br/><br/>Her hand brushed his forehead, from which a fading glow was still coming. If he glanced at a reflection in one of the dropped weapons, he would see a golden circle on his head, the top half filled in and the bottom half hollow.<br/><br/>"G-get away from me!" babbled the nearest soldiers, splashing back through the mud with her eyes wide. "Y--you're an Anathema! It's the mark of the Unclean! Oh Dragons, you're real! Don't kill me! D-don't turn me into anything, please--"<br/><br/>"Watch your tongue, young lady!" said Canar, standing up straight. "That's my son you're talking about!"<br/><br/>On the slope, Ganaki was watching wide-eyed, as she tried to hide behnd the cart full of tribute.