Oliver began to wiggle his butt, but then winced and grunted at the shot of pain it caused in his knee. With a resigned sigh he started to sit up, bracing himself with an arm against the bed frame of the top bunk, then carefully pulled himself off of the mattress to give Edwin space to get up.
"Well, message Jack. Bet he'd like the distraction, and he's the one who does all the heavy liftin' with that sorta thing." Oliver wasn't sure if it was presumptuous to consider that they'd get back to the house, but history dictated that they would, eventually. What sort of condition they'd be in at that point remained to be seen.