"You would have done the same," she said quietly. She believed, too, that he would have come by to check on her eventually, if she hadn't shown up here, or downstairs, or made any sign of life.
She also wasn't going to diminish this by spilling pretty lies now, either, so with no promise of 'it will get better', Lily started toward the door. She'd already told him to try to eat, and he'd agreed ... this ... was the best she could hope for just now.
She knew, logically, it would get better, if only because it couldn't get worse. But then, their captors may well prove her wrong if she voiced that thought. "I'll ... see you later," she said quietly before she left his bedroom. She'd only then noticed the upturned desk and shattered device. That wasn't unexpected, either. Drawing the door closed behind herself, Lily started across the suite. She glanced to Mercy's door before she let herself back out into the hallway.