"Um- um, coffee, maybe coffee," Iestyn said, holding the lashes in his lap, not really having anything else to do with them. David sat down on his other hand, and rubbed his back between his shoulders.
"I'm sure that whatever the problem is, they'll find it," he said, to comfort Iestyn, and maybe a little tiny bit to comfort himself too. "She'll be alright. She will." His calming, saintly vibes seemed to be on the fritz right now, so concerned was he over his daughter's condition.