His mouth fell into a frown when he found you curled into yourself, arms wrapped around your midsection, with a pained expression on your first.

He approached you with a gentle step, his hand careful as he placed a comforting hand on the back of your head.

Being a medic, he already had an idea of what was wrong, but he didn’t want to assume. “Skarbie,” he whispered, “What’s the matter?”