The band around his heart eased a little at her words. Nothing could instantly make this better but knowing that he had James helped more than he could say.
He sat Sammy on the counter so he could use a quickly summoned wash cloth to give him a rough and ready wipe down. Both of the boys would need a bath (Sweet Helga, he didn't have anything for them - not clothes, not toys, not even a place as his flat only had one bedroom) but that could wait until after they were fed. Fed, then bathed, then put to bed (Merlin, gotta change the sheets) and then he could contact the MLE and find out what the fuck was going on.
By the time he turned his attention to Bobby, James was there to keep Sammy's attention. "Are either of you hurt?" he asked his older nephew very softly. Bobby looked up at him with too-old eyes and solemnly shook his head. Josiah breathed a little easier and set about cleaning up the subdued eight year old.
"Chocolate chips, please, Miss James," Sammy piped, his tears momentarily forgotten in the face of a treat.