"I- I don't really know. I was Christian until I was sixteen. I just want him to be looked after. I don't think it matters, really. These gods cannot touch him now." Marcie was still stroking Tragos' short hair, even though it felt weird being so cold. "Did Athena say anything, like, that she wanted done with him?"
The scents of the soap and the myrrh were comforting. It wasn't sterile and clinical, which she had been a little afraid of.