"We'll keep an eye on things as we can, but the safe is a good idea," Owen said, because there wasn't much else he could say to her about it. He didn't keep track of the medications, but his room was close enough to hers, and he was often on the first floor, that he liked to think he'd know if someone broke into her room without his knowledge. But Owen also knew he couldn't be there twenty four seven, and stupid shit seemed to happen in this place in the span of minutes.
He eyed her soup and then cocked a brow. "I know you probably won't want to, but you should take something for the pain. Something stronger than ibuprofen," he added.