Cathair was Irish. He was stubborn as the day was long. But he also knew he wasn't getting out of bed any time in the near future, especially now that he was there.
"Go find them," he countered stubbornly. "Sic your missus on me if that'll make you feel better, but God only knows what they've done to them. Get moving before it's too late."
All right, so if Cooper didn't send him a babysitter, he was likely to try and get up and look for Eden himself. But Cathair didn't have to tell him that.