Cecilia's grin widened and she leaned back in the chair, watching Neptune settle on top of her feet again. She turned to face Owen, moving her feet as little as possible as she shifted. Her head tilted to the side as Owen spoke.
"We almost sound like optimists," she said. "That's a little frightening," she added. Her tone was dry, but she meant it as a joke. She shrugged. "It is what it is. I'm starting to think he's capable of coming out the other side. I think he might be through the most dangerous phase. Without intervention from them, he can be managed. We just have to keep rolling with the punches. We're pretty good at that."