"Alright, you can rise," Nyxander instructed, his voice smooth yet commanding, cutting through the thick air like a blade. The three sisters followed suit, though not without some resistance. "Bump." Nonara groaned, tossing her face to the side in a gesture of defiance as she stood, her body language dripping with unspoken annoyance.
"Don't be silly," Solara snapped, her patience wearing thin. She grabbed Nonara by the collar with a firm tug, dragging her back into her seat. "And sit down." The force of her grip and tone finally broke the tension like a crack in glass, and the sisters' return to their seats lifted the weight in the room, allowing everyone to breathe just a little easier.
