Cecilia was smiling, and when she spoke, it was pretty clear in her tone that all was well. "I'm not angry about it anymore, and I forgave him pretty quickly. At the time I just... Well. You know how I feel. I was just worried about anything screwing up our friendship. And that you deserved better." Owen had asked her to try and have more faith and she really was, but there wasn't any point in denying it. She didn't want to dwell on that, though, and kill the morning. Something occurred to her instead, and she tilted her head to the side in curiosity. "When was it there first, for you?"