"Both of you, hush!" Jesse snapped, rubbing at his forehead. "Nicholas, that's very kind of you, and all, but you don't have to do that. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the thought-"
Isaiah tugged on Jesse's sleeve, looking up at him with a slight pleading expression, his eyes too large in his pale face. "Weren't you just saying the other night that we needed a miracle?" he asked softly, slipping into their mother tongue. "A miracle walked in the door. You work yourself to the bone to feed us and keep the lights on, you'll kill yourself if you keep this up."
Jesse looked at him, then drew him into a fierce hug. "I'm not sure how you got so wise when I wasn't looking," he mumbled into Isaiah's hair.
"I read a lot of books," Isaiah said dryly, and Jesse barked out a laugh.