Owen had done what he could to help Cecilia and the others were he could. They hadn't gotten any help from TPTB but that wasn't surprising to him. There was sort of a cloud hanging over Zenith today, but also... relief? If that was the right word for it. Owen couldn't say he was mourning Simms at all, but it felt like a blow to him that someone actually had to kill the guy because They wouldn't intervene. He had no doubt that he could have done the deed without flinching after what Simms had done to the people in this place. He knew Cecilia, and maybe even Juno, would have done it if no one else could. Hell, Chase had tried. But there were some people he didn't think should have ever had to make that choice, and Tobias was one of them.
By the end of the day, Owen was exhausted. He was nowhere near as bad off as some of the others, but his muscles were aching and the bruises leftover by the firehose were tender. When he received Cecilia's message, Owen didn't hesitate for a second to respond. of course. be there in a few.
He ended up making her some hot soup and a sandwich with a bottle of water slid into his back pocket so he could carry everything without spilling it. Thankfully her room wasn't far from the kitchen, and he was knocking softly ten minutes later before carefully opening the door. "Hey," Owen greeted, his eyes finding Cecilia resting on her bed. He walked over to set her food dishes on the bedside table. "You need any meds?"