Siblings, Emotions, Troubles?

Michael was unsure if Tiara could think straight in her current condition. The battle had consumed her rationality, and it would take a while before the effect of Silvarean Tiger would wear off. 

'I should wait until she's a bit calmer. There is no way I can ask her about her brother like this.' He looked at Tiara, covered in blood, intestines, and body parts. The wild glint in her eyes was enough to tell Michael he had to wait.

But that didn't mean he had to postpone asking Caesus as well. Michael could tell Caesus, the former prince of the Silverfang Tigerfolk, was far from timid. 

He looked dignified and disciplined. His height of 1.9 meters was above the Silverfangs' average, and so was the amount of muscles covering his entire body. He was extremely muscular, enough to consider him one of the Berserkers' rivals, which was only friendly competition. He had a short three-day beard, sharp ocean-blue eyes, and his long hair was pulled back to a man bun.