It was a comfort to Cecilia to know for certain Owen would stay with her at night, even if she hadn't really expected him to say no. It might be cramped with the two of them and all three dogs, but Cecilia didn't mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually. It felt peaceful and safe. She had thought a lot about being safe and warm in bed with Owen and the dogs the past few days.
She didn't answer his question right away. She blinked and looked down again, knowing there was no right answer. "A couple of weeks ago I would have liked to say they'd stop it. I'm too cynical to perhaps ever fully believe it, but I would have argued that it made no sense for them to spend the kind of money they have on us just to let us die. But..." She and Owen hadn't talked much about the specifics of what had happened, not that Cecilia could remember. He had bruises, and that was bad enough in Cecilia's mind, but as far as she could recall he hadn't asked her for the exact details of what Simms had done to her. And that actually suited her fine. Owen didn't need to know the terrible details. "I thought I was gonna die in there," she said, finally. "Several times. Easily could have, if he hadn't let up at the right second. Probably would have, if Tobias and Chase had come around another hour later instead. If they were going to save me, I think they would have while I was... well, towards the end. They knew how bad off I was."