Owen had stood there, closing his eyes and breathing steadily. Occasionally he mumbled to himself, perhaps speaking with Diyem, but for the most part he was simply sitting there. His flower glowed softly, like it was bio-luminescent, to make up for his lack of a flame. Eventually, however, he glanced back at Mellow, frowning. It was hard to tell what that frown meant, but it didn't look like Owen was about to tell her to go away.