Meg - Eats Ambrosia

Meg leaned against the wall. Her complexion was pasty, her breathing ragged.
I dug through my pockets and found a broken square of ambrosia in a napkin. I did not keep the stuff for myself. In my mortal state, eating the food of the gods might cause me to spontaneously combust. But Meg, I had found, was not always good about taking her ambrosia.
“Eat.” I pressed the napkin into her hand. “It’ll help the paralysis pass more quickly.”
She clenched her jaw, as if about to yell I DON’T WANNA!, then apparently decided she liked the idea of having working legs again. She began nibbling on the ambrosia.
“What’s up there?” she asked, frowning at the blue sky.

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The Burning Maze, Chapter 3