Miles felt helpless as he watched his son's life crumble down around his ears. He knew how much Rosmerta had meant to Liam, and perhaps if this hadn't been war, he could have explained it away as the natural order of things.
But it wasn't natural. Rosmerta had been murdered, and the boy had already lost his mother. He sat down on the couch next to Millicent, his own hand on the boy's head.
"That's right, we're all here, Liam." He was at a loss at what else to say to the boy right now, other than to soothe him and just hope he wasn't going to get angry. He figured Millicent kept the place fireproofed, and he looked to the mudblood and noticed he was reinforcing some fire prevention spells.
Liam looked over to him on the couch, and in that moment he saw that his son looked much younger than he ever remembered, and hoping to hell that he wasn't going to have to go through this again with the boy.