[He doesn't know how to help. He could never help his dad. That was all Rapunzel. Nothing he could think of could help, and even if she was here, the Decay Incantation would probably only make this worse. He's quiet for a moment, trying to push down the growing panic.]

Okay.

[He can't quite keep the waver out of his voice. He sucks in a breath, trying to find some sort of centre of calm. ]

Are you- can you move okay with it? It sounds... sounds like it would inhibit movement a lot. Can I help with that at least?