"Here we are," Cecilia echoed, smiling softly. She kind of liked hearing Owen talk this way, though she couldn't really put her finger on why. She supposed it just sounded hopeful, and she liked being able to associate any sort of optimism with him. She held out none for herself, but she wanted good things for him.
"I like the idea of it," she added with a light shrug. "I just never had any personal experience that made me feel definitively one way or the other. I almost wish I did, it sounds comforting, in a way."