Broken Boulder youngblood

In that moment, Lanawyn reminded the boy so much of his mother-- their mother. Until then, he had thought recognition of maternal comfort dead to him, washed away by guilt and loneliness when he abandoned his family. All at once it came rushing back, and he settled into the familiar comfort. Head lowering to lean against hers, he sighed softly through his nose and let the tears spill.
Alarian was quiet for a time, soaking in the comfort he so desperately needed. Even with the soothing effect of his sister's presence, though, heavy thoughts still pressed into him uncomfortably. He wondered if anything would make them stop.
I don't know how... He swallowed hard. How I'm supposed to do this by myself. Without Lennon. I-- what if I fail?