Before moving out of the metro that now smelled like charcoal, Finn watched as the one he lent his shoulder to reached into his hoodie. A bottle partially filled with golden liquid was retrieved, being handed over to the cannoneer.
"Here, mate," Jasper offered.
"I don't need it–" Magnus opted to reject it, brushing off his injury.
Even so, Jasper practically shoved the ambrosia right into the chest of the wounded cannon-wielder.
"It's better to just accept it, trust me," Finn advised, knowing the stubbornness of the aussie, wiping the blood from the cut on his cheek.
"You'll feel a whole lot better. And you won't slow us down," Charlotte added in to convince the reluctant man.
Though the young woman was kind to a fault, even she knew how to push the cannoneer to finally give in.
