It wasn't entirely unjustified. Both Nyx and Bastet looked stunning in their gorgeous dresses, yet their behavior betrayed them.
Bastet was a recently subjugated monster girl whose concept of etiquette was in the beginning phases of development. Nyx, on the other hand, didn't have the luxury of learning decorum. She'd spent her youth being scammed inside Maximilian's scam "academy," where proper manners hadn't been on the syllabus.
Still, lack of refinement didn't mean lack of depth.
Nyx caught Vaelira's look, held it a moment, then turned back to the feast. She wouldn't apologize for being hungry. If having her stomach growl for a single second was enough to be looked down upon, then so be it. She didn't care one bit what the sassy blond bitch thought.
"Good," Talia nodded, and just like that, everyone got seated. "I'm not going to hold a grand speech or anything boring like that. I prepared this table to celebrate your survival and recovery. Please enjoy."
