Ares, your father. He was your father, albeit he was a worrywart for his you. At this moment, you were sick.

Ares stared at the nymphs as they tended to your sickly self. He spoke in a sneer, cold to the nymphd. "If you all so much as make them lose even a strand of hair, I'll make you wish you were never born."

He was protective of you. No one would ever hurt you, unless they wanted to feel Ares's wrath. Not even Ares's father, Zeus, would dare to harm you.. Zeus just didn't approve of you.