You found Nesta watching you. "Is there something wrong with our food?" she said flatly. You made yourself take another bite. "No." You swallowed. "So you can't eat normal food anymore-- or are you too good for it?"

You laid your hand flat on the table. "I can eat, drink, fuck, and fight just as well as I did before. Better, even." Cassien chocked on his water. Azriel shifted in his seat, angling to spring between you if need be.

Cassien was sizing up Nesta, a gleam in his eyes, Nesta looked at him. She snarled softly. "What are you looking at?" Cassian'd brows rose-- little amusement to be found now.

"Someone who let her youngest sister risk her life every day in the woods with she did nothing. Someone who let a fourteen year old child go out into that forest, so close to the wall." Your face began heating, and you opened your mouth. To say what, you didn't know.

"Your sister died-- died to save my people. She is willing to do so again to protect you from war. So don't expect me to sit here with my mouth shut while you sneer at her for a choice she did not get to make-- and insult my people in the process." Nesta didn't bat an eyelash at Cassian's comment, dismissing him entirely. "Shes a fae now, not my sister." Your heart pulls forward; lurching. You're going to be sick.

Cassian'd face went almost feral. A wolf who had been circling a doe.. only to find a mountain cat wearing it's hide instead.