He was still rather dubious about this whole situation, though Owen hoped that didn't show- he didn't want to stifle her obvious relief at finding him, even though the truth would come out likely sooner rather than later. He had no idea how he could say those words to her and ever look her in the eye again. He knew well enough how highly Domenic had regarded his sister...
Owen raised his arm as she rested her hand there, the motion coming naturally- as if he were to escort her into a proper court dance, rather than simply to escort her to the side of the road. Still, it was- perhaps- the thought behind the gesture that counted. (Gallantry was a lost art, it seemed.) He couldn't, however, bring himself to agree with her optimistic statement- not in good conscience, at least- and instead he just gave a faint, non-committal noise.