Owen, not used to sleeping during the day no matter how tired he is, stirred awake once or twice over the course of their very much needed nap, but had also passed right back out within seconds. He felt Gwen leave his arms, but only it that dreamy-delirious way that didn't register as something to be concerned about right this second, not when sleep was so nice. But eventually the bed grew colder, and Owen's head started to hurt. Time to get up.

He sits up, over the edge of the bed, to stretch and rub his hands over his eyes and face. After a shower and a nap, he feels... better, but still not quite himself. Things aren't normal, yet. And he's somebody's guest, as are his hybrids, which changes the dynamic of things significantly.

Rather than wander around in the admittedly comfy bathrobe, he once again pulls on his jeans and slides his shirt back on. Sticking his head out in the hall lets him catch the sound of Gwen's voice drifting up from the first floor, so that's the direction he goes, with a brief pause outside the other bedroom door to listen. Not a sound; both raptors are still asleep.

Downstairs, he finds his girlfriend in the kitchen, sharing another cup of coffee with her mother. "Afternoon, ladies," he says to both of them. "I hope you saved me some coffee."