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[Philomel]

Philomel simply raised her eyebrows as Hyperion sauntered over and promptly picked not only Fenn up, but also Veridian as well. Just as Veridian was beginning to see the signs of burning and chafing around the boy-man's wrist.

So he was called Fenn. And he had recently been in some form of danger, tied up somewhere, likely with metal cuffs. Steepling her fingers Philomel leant back and eyed the tiny man, trying to figure out who could have done such a thing. Many that she knew, certainly, but who precisely would want to? He was adorable, and seemed rather harmless - so to what end was the difficulty here. Some tortured for the sake of it - that was fine, but their victims were usually particularly chosen and unless they had a penchant for small, child-looking adults then ... well.

He had asked Hyperion, by using the water vapoured glass again - clearly he did not like to speak - if the briarheart was some form of fae.

Which might answer what he was. Certainly the fae, with all their mysterious ways, had the capacity to produce a magically infantile being. Maybe some charm gone wrong, maybe some strange family who took for ages to grow up - Philomel could not be certain. But it gave rise, indeed, to the young man's origins and his outstanding attractive qualities.

Some help here?

Philomel's eyes looked over to Veridian, where she saw his snout just managing to finally peek out over Hyperion's arm. Letting out a light laugh, Philomel clapped her hands together in a muted fashion, filling the room with effortless amusement. Veridian, although not entirely hating the oppurtunity to be hugged to death, had his own pride also, and thus had been taken aback by the intial contact.

Then he had apparently rather liked it. Now he was beginning to feel tense and uncomfortable.

"Whatever you do, don't burst into flame, darling," Philomel said to him warmly, out loud. "Enjoy it." She looked at Hyperion's strange multi-faceted eyes. "He is saying his ego is hurting a little. Hug him slightly more if you don't mind me asking."

Keep an eye on Fenn, she told Veridian, directly, so that no one else could hear. We need to find out who is responsible for his hurt. We need to protect him.

Oh you and your instincts, Veridian muttered, and sighed to succub more to the cosy, but pride-hurting, hug.

Just as a man said he would buy a round of drinks and Philomel stuck a hand in the air. "A few are needed over here!"