He didn't even think that she may think he was being forward. He couldn't control that part of him that screamed in the need and want to take care of her. She was so fragile in this moment. And Wyatt well remembered what it felt like to be so sure that your world was over. He knew what it felt like to lose the people you cared about, and he couldn't let her do it alone. He spoke to the woman who answered the phone after a lengthy hold time and explained the situation to her. "It's an emergency," he informed her, giving the name of the closest airport to them now, and the one closest to Norman, which ended up being Oklahoma City.
Without even thinking, he pulled out his own card. He didn't want her to worry about finances and making her way or calling the bank and figured out prices. No way. He could help her do this and maybe, in a small way, it would help the burden she carried. He gave the number of his card, and expiration date. "Can you make them first class, too, please, ma'am? And for the earliest flight you have." He moved onto a little so he could grab a pencil from his back and write down the flight information. "That would be perfect," he said to the woman on the phone. "Thank you so much for your help." Looking at Beth, he hesitated, then asked, "Can you transfer me to the car rental desk please?"
The talk with them was just as helpful and after a few minutes, Wyatt finally hung up the phone and looked at her, brushing her untamed locks out of her face. "I don't want you worrying about anything. I'm taking care of it, okay? The flight leaves in three hours, it's the earliest one they have. I'm going to need you to pack a bag so I can get us to the airport." He didn't care if he had to turn around and come back when he got there. He just didn't want to leave her alone on that long trip, so he'd gotten two tickets.