The smiling is nice. He tries to give her hand a small squeeze of encouragement, but it's weak enough to be nearly unnoticeable.

"Cruel men don't care," he says quietly, reciting a far off memory and then finding it strange to have his sister's cynical words coming from his lips. He looks away, frowning, and then glances back at her, wishing desperately that he didn't feel the need to say what he was about to say. "If cruel men want to hurt them, they won't care what they do or don't know. Maybe... maybe some of your family would want to help protect the family. Family... Family should work together."