He sighed and rubbed his hands together between his knees as he glanced back toward her window. Owen had never been one to be pushy. He spoke his mind and left it at that, and if someone disagreed with him, that was fine too. Life was easier when you just let shit go. But this was different. Owen wasn't fond of seeing people he loved in pain and it was difficult for him not to want to fix it if he could. Sometimes he couldn't, but it felt wrong to not even try.
Finally Owen looked back at Cecilia. "The majority of the people in this house are physically fine. You've taken good care of the people who got hurt. You're no good to them if you're exhausted and can barely move. You need pain free sleep, and a lot of it. I'm capable of helping someone if they need it, but I think they'll get by without you for a bit, Cecilia."