He wanted to tell her that she had done enough, that she didn't need to help him, but Owen knew that whatever words he might have, they would fall on deaf ears. Perhaps this was just how she needed to cope, for now- and if so, he would help her, however indirectly, as he could. So he just nodded, simply, allowing her to make their plan and take charge. "The remedies are most welcome," he offered, carefully. Perhaps it was his imagination, but they seemed to be working somewhat, already.