Anastasius was startled at the hand that lifted him to his feet, momentary panic flooded his system as the fear of spreading this horrid plague to another came to light. He tried to resists as strongly as his ravaged body could but found his strength overpowered by woman before him. Her strength stunned him, even with his wasted body Anastasius was a large man that would give two men a difficult time moving but to her it was as if he was a child. Instead of being flustered or angry, Anastasius could do little more than feel impressed. As he grabbed her spear the women's spear for support the woman's words came as mumbles until he gazed inside her own.

In one moment her words were clear and a great cough erupted from his chest. In a hurry Anastasius moved his head away as the cough painfully moved through his body, pain... a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. With the first cough came another, than another, each more painful than the first as his insides felt like they were ablaze until it suddenly left. No pain, no sickness, in fact he felt stronger than he ever had. Standing straight and tall for the first time in a long time, Anastasius flexed his hands and after several pops was satisfied with their strength. He was worse for ware, but he was alive.

Suddenly he turned to face the woman who lent her hand and everything became clear. This was no mere woman, nay she was a god. HIS patron, Athena. Goddess of battle and wisdom, her steely eyes pierced Anastasius to the core and in such awe was he that he could do little but kneel before her.

"Athena! I-I-I...." He stopped trying to speak, his shock far too great. Instead the warrior knelled and listened for whatever she had to say.