Apollymi pediu a ele e, evidentemente, ele não pode recusar nada
She returned her attention to Savitar. “It would seem Apollo unleashed a nasty disease among the Apollites here. We’ve already lost a number of them to it. Many more are sick. The only ones who appear immune are Medea and Stryker, no doubt because they’re his children. Even Zephyra is ill. I’ve tried everything I know to offer a cure, but I’m not a goddess of healing.”
“Is it a curse or a plague?”
“The Greek bastard called it a plague. An illness, I presume. Can you help them? Please.”
Those were words he could never ignore when she uttered them. For her, there was nothing he wouldn’t do. “Absolutely. I’ll do everything I can.”