"Owen," Cecilia sighed. "What happened in there wasn't your fault. You've got to let that go," she said. "And you did do shit. You and Tobias and Chase, you saved my life." She didn't remember it so much, but she knew that much. The way it had been told back to her later, she'd been very close to the end. "It's a miracle you came out of it as well as you did. Simms intended to kill the entire council. He told me as much."
Minerva finally wriggled away, so Cecilia managed to set the bowl aside and force herself up into a sitting position, her hand closing around Owen's. "I want to stay with you tonight anyway. Your room or mine, I don't care. But... I have to set the alarm to get up every few hours and cough."