[They're all safe and sound and Lydia is carefully holding the golden apple in both hands. She can't help but wince a little; to the Greeks, golden apples are the cause of misfortune, like Atalanta losing her race and well, the Trojan War. But it's important to those amongst her friends who carry Asgardian soul-shards, and so she is extremely careful with it.
But there's only one apple, and so many of them are sick.]
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But there's only one apple, and so many of them are sick.]