"Yes of course, of course my dear. I'll help you back to bed." He's trying desperately to stay strong, not to cry, to be brave for his wonderful boy, his Solin.

Herbert wraps an arm around Solin, under his arms, and lifts him to at least be half standing. Enough to turn him and get him sitting on the bed. "Lean back against the pillows, darling. I'll get your legs up on the bed."