John shakes his head, pretends to be absorbed in the way his blanket drapes over Maggie's knees. “I did not think I could eat,” he admits. “A horde of 10,000 is hard to fathom. I did not feel hungry, just—”

Lightheaded. Sick. Afraid.

As if to save him from finishing his sentence, John’s stomach growls audibly. He tenses, waiting uneasily for Maggie’s reaction. “Hm.”