"Thank you." Antonis breathed, feeling her hands caress his fur comfortingly. The jacket had taken great stress off his eyes, that stinging sensation going away promptly afterward especially with her help. He was now very grateful for her gift.

"Tamil went after the two men. I pray they don't do the same as they did to me if he ever catches up to them." he voiced quietly, as though he were exhausted. It may be very well...whatever that man did to his neck and eyes and the chase he had made to catch them. Antonis soon remembered biting into one man's arm, lifting his own hand to his lips, rubbing the smeared blood thoughtfully.

"Why would they want Brandon?" he asked, not to anyone in particular, his brows lowering over shut eyes.

Debalora continued to comfortingly caress her hands along Antonis' face, remaining silent as he told her about Tamil. A worried glance appeared as she thought of what could happen. If they used their power to hurt Aidan as they did and hurt Antonis and nearly blinded him, there's no telling what could happen to Tamil. These men obviously use their power without moral limit or rule. If Antonis couldn't stop them, Tamil may end up the same way... or worse.

Questioning why they would take Brandon, forced rejuvenated tears to fill her eyes again. "I don't know..." She replied in nearly a whisper. Debalora's left hand shifted back toward Antonis' nape and gently pulled his head toward her own, placing her forehead against his and lowered her winced gaze. "I want him back so badly." she ended in a sorrowful tone, her lips quickly forming a trembling frown.

A troubled sigh emitted as Antonis leaned against Debalora, his features contorting gravely as he resolved on a thought. They had lost one of their own. It was also the one he treated like a son.

His hand rose to grasp Debalora's arm gently, holding onto it as he stayed where he was. He couldn't know how a mother felt to lose it's child, but he silently swore to himself to see her through.

There was simply nothing they could do.