Justin dropped his fork to his plate and his head to his hands, his fingers running through his curly hair.
"I wish I wasn't shite at binding spells," he muttered. "I need to hide Ern away, and whoever else is in danger. I-"
He was overcome by a momentary wave of impotence - definitely not something he was used to - and squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm going to lose him. We're going to lose others. How the hell is this going to happen again? I thought this was done?"