Allison didn't look at Eterna but nodded, helping Stiles to his feet, and leading him through the house to a small room, and opened the door to the cage, before slowly unbuckling the muzzle, and pulling Stiles tightly into a hug.
"I'm sorry you're here with her." She frowned, kissing his forehead. She glanced at the cage and cleared her throat. "It's not comfortable, obviously, but you can get a few hours sleep, on and off. It's worth trying." She picked up the lock hanging to the side, swinging it on her finger. "Suppose this is the part where I should be telling you to run?" There was a lack of enthusiasm in her voice, an unspoken admittance that neither wanted to.