His certainty, not just that he would have done her such a violence, but that it was completely natural for him to have the right to do it, gave Felicity a chill that shook her form before she slid from the bed, lowering to her hands and knees and crawling bit by bit across the plush carpet, until she was on all fours on the floor beside him, looking down at the food in the bowls, trying to let go of what little lingering pride remained, so that she could bend down and eat from it like an animal.