Oliver had opened his mouth to start to reply, to lie, when he was saved by the knock. His gaze moved toward the door, then back to Edwin and the progress they'd made before shifting to carefully help Edwin back down again. "Here, that's probably the nurse."
After making sure Edwin was sitting as comfortably as possible, he carefully made his way to the door, opening it and nodding at the congregation on the other side. Cecilia, like Edwin, didn't look all that much better than she had the last time he'd seen her, and he reached out his hand for the supply bag so it might make her movements a little easier. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her who the heck was taking care of her, but it was probably best to get the lot of them sitting somewhere. "Let me help."