"I'll talk to Omega," Owen informs her firmly, since there's no reason to pretend they don't both know exactly who he's talking about. And the male raptor's improvements don't leave Owen stressing all that much about at least having that discussion. And truthfully, he believes that Omega -- and the boys -- might have some valid reasons of their own to be leery about a trip like this, but it's not about them. "This trip is for your sake, Blue, and I don't think he'll want to make things more difficult for you." That is the important thing.

But he lets her process it, still balled up in the corner of her seat, but at least thinking about something that isn't Isla Sorna for once already. When she finally agrees, Owen's smile widens, visibly pleased. Thank god, now they have a plan.

"You won't be." He shakes his head a little, almost muttering to himself. "Believe me, if we're gonna be any trouble he won't even let us come."

But his expression relaxes again, looking his Beta over for a quiet moment or two. "I think you'll like it there, Blue. Really."