[center][b][color=fff79a]Grae and Silvia Sterling[/color][/b][/center]
For anyone else, the sight would be gruesome. A thin splatter of blood from where the rapier penetrated and twisted to rupture would shoot out behind him, and Grae would lock eyes with his assailant. There's a faint intensity behind those blue eyes...and recognition as one hand secures the blade and the other shoots forward towards the other's head-

[center][i]pat pat[/i][/center]
[color=fff79a]"Oh my gosh, sis! You didn't tell me you were gonna be here!"[/color] Even as blood is staining his dress, the boy's smile is as unfazed as his familial affection is unfettered at the sight of the other nearly identical face to his own. Different solely due to the stern look they've undoubtedly worn for years compared to Grae's stupid one.

And even with their strength on paper being as night and day as it gets, Grae steps backward, taking Silvia's overstepped greeting and pinned weapon to leave her unable to react to the inevitable bullying of an elder brother.

The pat would turn into a clawed grip on her head as her head is fiercely but playfully wiggled. Even as she tries to fix her footing to pull or even kick free, her head jerks again to keep her off balance, and this humiliation is kept firmly in Grae's grasp. 

[center]A familiar family reminder to her.[/center]