Zed stumbled on a few more steps just from sheer momentum. Then, realizing that Maron had stopped, he paused to listen for the wolves. Hearing nothing, he let out a long breath of relief.

Then he grinned. Well, that had certainly been exhilarating - the most exciting thing that had happened to him in days, deals with goddesses included. And he'd done quite well. Maron was safe, after all. Quite a daring rescue, all thing considered. The fact that she'd wound up rescuing him was a thought that was struggling for attention and probably wouldn't get it for a while yet.

"I am excellent! There is no better thrill for a warrior like myself than the thrill of the chase!" Zed folded his arms and nodded confidently.

Even if he was the one getting chased.

For trying to take on a pack of wolves armed with only a fistful of rocks, Zed had gotten away remarkably unscathed. He'd lost one shoe, but the ground was soft enough that he hadn't had much difficulty. One wolf had managed to get at his leg through his pants. The cut was shallow, though, and wasn't bleeding much. Despite this lucky escape, if she tried to get a look at the damage, Maron might still manage to notice that Zed was bleeding silver.

"And you? Are you unhurt?"