[ Viktor is fine. He is fine. If Emet-Selch repeats that enough he thinks that he will internalize it, his heart will stop the frantic thudding, the adrenaline will taper off. Emet-Selch twines a little thread of aether around Viktor's soul all the same, a tiny, tight stitch between them to give him a better hold in the future if needed, and then bit by bit relaxes the grip on Viktor. ]

If you knew, you would not have -

[ No, not helpful. Emet-Selch trails off into a remarkably disgruntled noise and shares warmth instead, adjusting a touch when Viktor shifts in anticipation of him moving but he does not. His head drops against Emet-Selch's chest, the warmth of an exhale seeping through layers of clothes, making his skin prickle. ]

Your flowers? You, I suppose, are the garden. [ Gingerly he lifts a hand and plucks one of the lilies, smoothing rumpled hair down with his knuckles on the way to settle it atop Viktor's chest so they can both look at the bloom. ] They draw their aether from you, specifically, and run rampant I assume when you use aether best aspected toward their growth. The finality point for them exists because they are a creation, of a sort. They do not require actual earth, a stem, a root system; I would venture a guess that you act as such.