Ian let out a quick sigh as the last remnants of his immediate panic ebbed away. Zeke was right. All he could do at this point was take care of her as best he knew how, and give her all the time she needed. Even if it would be hard to wait and difficult to not worry about her. His smile remained as he nodded and fussed with the plants in Eden’s window sill. He turned them so that they wouldn’t grow crooked, and straightened some tendrils that had started to tangle. “Oh, of course. Believe me, you’ll know the second anything changes.” He laughed, sounding a bit self-depricating. He just hoped Zeke wouldn’t regret that request.
He stepped back toward the other man and shook his hand as confidently as he could manage. Even the short time Zeke had been here had been helpful and he felt at least somewhat more in control. Even if he didn’t completely understand what was happening, he had a plan at the very least. He could focus on that for the time being. “And let me know if I can ever help you out. I mean, you probably don’t have much need for a florist and I’ve never met Anya, but--you know.” He laughed again. “Hopefully I’ll have good news for you soon.” And he really did hope. Given how long Eden had already been feeling so poorly, he could only pray that this part of her ordeal would be short-lived and helpful.
