Anita sighs, rubbing her face, watching everyone around her. Micah's arms slide around her waist and she leans back against him.

"Not that I can see. Damian's up and walking about. The sunlight didn't do anything to him. Moroven's gone. Richard's dealing with what he had to do. We're all exhausted." She glances at Damian. "I think... I think Damian and I share the fourth mark."