HELP MY SISTER SHE'S DYING!

Torin frowned slight as Jewell spoke, taking a moment to parse her words. He quickly flashed a glance at her stomach as she called herself fat, he certainly didn't think so. There was the slightest indication of roundness near her abdomen but she certainly wasn't fat. He didn't get a chance to reassure her on that before she spoke again and he thought for a moment.

Some part of him hated that she was asking him to keep a secret, he had a bad feeling about this and he didn't like the idea of having to shoulder something dark and potentially dangerous. If it's really dangerous I will have to break that promise. If not there is no harm in keeping her secret. He rationalized to himself. "You're not weak." He rumbled, a soft small smile tugging at his lips as he tried to reassure her. And it was the truth, he didn't think she was weak at all. Certainly not after all she'd been through. Naive maybe but she wasn't weak. "Tell me." His tone was soft as he spoke again, moving slightly closer to her though he kept some distance between them. He still didn't want to push too much with her, he'd rather she feel safe around him.