[[Aww thank you Sica dear :3]]

Something about the blood accented woman brings out the strength and mischief in Tolio. Where he, unknowingly, brightens her world she makes him feel grounded and complete. Bringing a smile to her face makes his only glow brighter, as it a beacon is exuding from him, wishing to draw her closer. "Don't worry that pretty little head, I haven't practiced in quite a while myself!" Stretching dramatically, groaning even more so to emulate an old man. Laughing as he relaxed again, muscles surprisingly thankful for the loosening received from an antic to make Faelene laugh. However at her terse response to worried inquiry his smile faded and eyes softened further with worry. Stepping closer as she did to inspect her side where he had struck her. Pressing his muzzle to it in an apologetic kiss. "I am more than sure you will live, but it does not make me feel any better to have hurt you." Eyeing her seriously, hoping she would understand that next time he wished to know the truth of the pain he had inflicted and how it effected her. As they step together he is saddened to recognize the subtle tense of her body. Though he does not know why she is- fearful? Uncomfortable? Reluctant?- it still makes his heart throb in sorrow. Even so, she doesn't pull away, and he lingers beside her as long as he can. Her words are controlled, but something intense wavers in her voice. Tolio laughs weakly as his own emotions surge up, love and relief nearly sweeping him off his feet. "Course I know, everybody loves me baby!" Hoping to lighten the atmosphere. Her crown touched his neck gently and Tolio's chest ached. Loyalty meant everything to him. But Gods, he would simply wither away if Faelene was taken from him. 

How long they stood like that, Tolio was unsure. Time seemed to have no place in this meeting. However the scent that touched his nostrils was definitely one he knew. Phaedra. His other baby sister. They break apart, and Tolio inwardly sighs. There was so much he wished to talk to her about. Ask of her. It seemed it would have to wait, because as the dark golden fae appeared, sorrowful and hesitant, something fiercely protective rose up inside Tolio. Who had hurt his precious sister? Feeling Faelene's gaze he shoots back to her a clueless look. After she speaks he is by her side in an instant. A horrified, infinitely angered sound bursting from him. Rage boiled up inside him and he seemed to draw himself to his full height as molten mercury eyes spotted the blood on her wings. Raising her head with his own, muzzle beneath hers and lifting it higher. "Who has hurt you, Phaedra?" To enraged to even notice how different he sounds. Voice a low, threatening growl. Every trace of happiness has been replaced by a stormy, vengeful look. His words are a dark, deep rumble that is too quiet for Faelene to hear. This is between him and Phaedra for now. He presses against her body, offering support even as he is careful to avoid the wounds. Urging her forward towards Faelene. One red ear is turned to catch her words should she whisper a reply, but he calms his anger the best he can. Not in front of Faelene. And he doesn't want to upset Phaedra even further if the memory is painful, and knows it is hard on your pride to crumble before those hardly known. "Fae, meet Phae. Though it...appears you know each other?" Taking a wild guess at Faelene's reaction. Trying to wipe the agonized sadness from Phaedra's face, he pulled ever so gently at her mane like a teasing brother. "What in the world are you doing here, you sneaky little minx?" Voice affectionate as he takes a few steps away, thinking she wanted space. Standing now in a three point, triangle formed where all three stood. Even if they are not in the Basin's lands, he is fearful for her, remaining in the Steppe with wings and hornless. He can only provide so much protection for her. 

Protection, Tolio? Then where we're you when she was injured? Huh?

Rage, he discovers, is quite hard to keep locked down. More than he wants to draw his next breath he wants to be given a name. Just. One. Name. And he wants to hunt down the disgusting low life scum that hurt her, the bastard that thought injuring Phaedra would result in nothing. If the one who made her this way was conscious of his or her decision, they will perish. But even Tolio knows of the magic in Helovia. There are always exceptions. He prays there isn't one in this case, so that he can kill the one who attacked her. 

Easy, Tolio his mind whispers. Taking a deep breath the tiny flicker that had betrayed him for a mere millisecond is gone. 

Not now.