Zara breathes heavily and clutches her side. Her wounds are not healing as quickly as they ought to. Holding back the desire to scream she sits against a gold wall in a Venetian style room. Her mind can hardly recall what all just happened only that there was pain and two more Immortals dead. The taste of blood dies to a commonality in her mouth. Snorting to breath she wracks with pain again and whimpers. A single tear finds its way from the bridge of her nose to the gold flooring, solid gold that is now marred with her blood. It will never be over though. The octagon room exits to a hallway where footsteps can be heard. As Zorr walks in he breaths a sigh of relief, but his face does not disguise the terrible news he must give his comrade for only a baby sitting in Zorrs arms accompanies him. Zara stares at him as the child in Zorrs arms whimpers softly. The mother did not make it and on Zaras side against a rogue Immortal, the father had died as well. Silence passes between the two for some time as the baby sleeps. Breaking the silence Zorr says, "She knew her, Lady Heather." By now Zara's eyes are glazing over and she leans her head against the wall. Sleep never sounded better in such an oddly comfortable room. "Wake up! I know where Heather is." Zorr kneels beside Zara and shakes her shoulder.