That threw Klaus for a moment. "A plant? What the blazes has been going on in there, Gilgamesh?" He covered his eyes with a hand. "Right. You're both all right. I'll deal with it, when I can." There was nothing to be done from here. Working himself into an apoplexy certainly wouldn't accomplish anything. If he'd ever dreamed having children would cause this much stress... He glanced at Gil. No. He wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.
He sighed softly. "You're sure she's going to be fine? What, exactly, does 'pretty messed up' entail?"