The only language I am fluent in

Fortunately Void wasn't far behind. Spirit was frozen, completely glued to the ground where he stood, with no hope of recovering. Only Void gave him the strength to move once again. He let out a shuddering breath as he leaned against his brother for comfort and stability. He gave a small nod as he moved forward with him. Their mother looked unwell and his instinct, buried deep among his frazzled nerves, was to drag her in and call for a healer to properly assess her. He could try but he was by no means skilled, and she deserved better care than he could offer. "M-mom... please don't cry," he said finally, his voice small, as he moved forward to embrace her. All he wanted to do was take her pain away, even if it meant exacerbating his own.