Oliver finally moved from the judge's seat, leaving the gavel where it was as he approached Cecilia. He was tired, and his ribs fucking hurt, but frankly he was just glad it was over. Except it wasn't. When he spoke to Cecilia he poke low, not minding if Juno heard. "So, I'm thinkin' maybe we leave Lila's cell door open tonight. We get her in there and that's as far as our obligations go. They'll get ahold of her no matter what, but it'll give her a chance to be away from that ass for a while. Maybe we can help her get outfitted with a few things."