Swiftcurrent Creek I wanna steal your soul

He rushed forward when she fell. I'm sorry, Rosalie, he said as he came to her side. Are you okay? He searched her face, confused more than ever about what was going on inside her head. He touched his nose to her cheek. What's going on? he asked. Why are you out here pacing when you should be resting? Worrying was his job right now, not hers, and he wanted to usher her back into the den and settle her back down.