"Me too," she said lightly, placing her chin in her hand. "Ever thing you'd miss it? I didn't. A couple weeks in this joint and I'm prayin' for the days of meddling gods and constant warfare." Of course, Meg could've done without the whole god bit for the rest of her life, but no sense telling a stranger that.

"What's your name, kid?" Truthfully, he probably wasn't much younger than her. And he was already her height, maybe even taller. But he had that wide-eyed, just fell off the cabbage truck sort of look to him. Innocence she couldn't remember having for a long time.