After getting the safe, Cecilia had begun storing her emergency bag in there, but from now on she'd certainly keep the meds in there unless she needed them. That would have to be enough, at least for now.
She'd just taken another sip of her soup when Owen spoke again, and she frowned slightly at him. "You're right," she said, softly. "I don't want to." She would have very much liked to leave it at that, but she realized it wasn't entirely fair. Owen had been incredibly patient with her, and he'd never asked for anything. She didn't even think he'd asked for the full story of what had happened between her and Simms, unless it had been right after she'd been freed. She didn't remember that period of time. Her memories started sometime hours later, bundled up in blankets on a bunk somewhere, going in and out of sleep. "I need to stay alert, Owen," she finally said, lowering the bowl. "We've got a house full of injured people, and one of them could need me at any second. I can't afford to be groggy."