At least the panic attack had died down. Perhaps she was dreaming?
He head into the kitchen, and filled a pot with water. Taking it effortlessly back to Ephi's room, he laid it on the floor beside the bed. He once again left to fetch a cloth. There was an old remedy he knew to calm the sleeping, and to help against sickness (Should there be one).
Back in the room now, he tucked the girl in before taking his place sitting on the bedside. Mr. Ikka dropped the cloth into the pot, letting it sink as soon as it absorbed enough water. He submerged a single hand and focused. To the common man, it would have seemed like nothing was happening. However, before long there were bubbles rising to the top of the warm water.
More and more bubbles rose, the water being at a steady boil. With the submerged hand, he grabbed the cloth and took it from the water. Excess water was ringed out, then folded neatly, before being gently placed on Ephi's forehead. The old man watched over her diligently, awaiting any sign of change.