Reginald was correct. This information did pain her. Cecilia felt a tightening in her chest, a drop in her gut. She'd had no idea. That wasn't okay. That was... unacceptable. She should have checked on him more. She should have known. He shouldn't have had to go through any of that alone.
There was a great deal Cecilia would have liked to say on the matter, but she managed to hold her tongue. Almost literally. She found it was easier to do by biting the inside of her cheek. She let him talk. Honestly, his revelation about being taken out for his health was just as shocking as anything else could have been. For the second time that day, Cecilia's perception had been spun violently in a 180 degree angle. Hadn't she just told Owen and Oliver that she no longer believed there was any chance of Them intervening, even to save a life? She had been so certain they would have let August die. Hell, she was still certain. This didn't actually change that. So why save Reginald, and not August? Why let anyone here injure themselves on bikes with brake lines cut? Why allow them to endanger themselves?
An unhappy, niggling feeling grew inside her. A gut feeling that she knew the answer to that, and she didn't like it. The only difference she could see were that what August had done, the bikes, and so much else... that had been the result of their own actions. People in this place. If Reginald had caught some illness and his body gave out, that would have been nature.
"I wish you would have told me," she sighed, studying him unhappily. "But you know that. I'll grieve you about it later. You were alone in the cottage?"