Keyleth takes his hand and furrows her brow, quietly murmuring "Orym" under her breath before brightening. "Oh my goodness, you're Alma's son! Oh, I see it now! Wow, you got so big!" Listen, comparatively, to the like, six year old midwife's son she was connecting him to, he was big! Her smile dimmed a bit, the quick bright surge of recognition giving way to worry and sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that, that's concerning, but not...really surprising." There was always something, wasn't there? And always would be something. She set her chin in a cupped palm, brow furrowed with concern. "Do you want to tell me about it? I understand if you don't." In her experience, there wouldn't be anything she could do to change it. If she could, Vax would still be alive. But sadly, it didn't work like that. That didn't mean she couldn't listen and commiserate, Orym was one of her people, even if the circumstances were...odd.