Even knowing Owen was coming, Cecilia still tensed slightly at the knock on the door. She'd hated leaving the door unlocked, and wished she'd had the foresight to give Owen her room key. But she managed a little smile when she saw him, and shook her head ever so slightly. Her neck was still pretty sore. "I've been popping ibuprofen like tic tacs all day," she said. "My stomach is about ready to eat itself in protest. I just need food so it'll absorb." She began the very delicate process of putting herself into a sitting position, her efforts made all the harder by Minerva climbing over her pillow behind Cecilia's head to try and sniff out the tray Owen had brought. Cecilia didn't mind so much. In fact, she dropped her head back against the puppy to use her as a pillow. Minerva didn't appear certain whether or not she would allow this latest development. Her nose remained in the air, though she did not yet attempt to wriggle free.