Oliver clapped an arm around Owen when he was near enough, unable to help the relieved grin that crossed his face. "It's damn good to see you."
He reached his hand down in silent offer to take one of the bags, then glanced back across the field, gesturing with his head to the top of the lodge. "Apparently this is the new norm. They made it sound like we'd be here for a while. Mostly woods, no town. Three primary buildings, the lodge, a barn, and a water mill a little further away. They've got us all split up roomin' between the three." He paused, trying to figure out what was a priority next, but decided on what was probably more of a priority for Owen himself. "We haven't seen you for somethin' like three weeks. Cecilia was pulled out when you were. She's not back here yet."