Margaery was not happy with Bastilleprisoner nor was she exactly angry at him. If anything, he had merely dragged her back to reality, destroying the thin-veiled perception she had created of herself as a good mother. A loving mother. Could she really blame him for that? Somewhere deep inside, she knew the answer to that inquiry was yes, but the chocolate point chased redemption like it was anything but a big deal. In her mind - as tormented and fragile as it had become - there was still hope that she could salvage whatever relationship she had had with Bast before he decided to start hating her.

She was still a mess as she heeded the call of the meeting, her eyes a little brighter only because she had finally forced herself to feed. Otherwise, she looked like a ghost, expression distant, shoulders slumped in on themselves, a general air of defeat emanating quite prominently from her. She would listen to the announcements from Suiteheart's side silently, not even commenting on the promotions or the recent developments with Tanglewood. She simply couldn't find it in herself, as much as she wanted to try. Everything he said was important but his words could not even coax the slightest of words from her.

Instead, she merely reared upon her haunches and angled her ears forward, idly interested in the reactions her clanmates would have to his news. Certainly, they wouldn't take the Tanglewood thing well. Of all the clans to ally with, she, too, was a bit surprised, but it was what Starry had wanted and who was she to question the dead?

At Bastilleprisoner's call, the three legged bobcat limped his way over, ears drawn back to his skull as he did so. He probably should stay in the Cleric's den for this meeting, but he wasn't sure if there'd be anything important he'd miss out on hearing. Anyways, he can use this as an excuse as getting used to his three legs; he should take any opportunity to walk around to get used to it, after all. When he arrived, the Flame Alchemist listened carefully, his blue gaze locking on Bastilleprisoner. There were some newcomers, no names that sounded familiar to him. Roy was probably recovering when these people joined, they'll just have to get to know him later, and then Roy can decide if they can have his trust or not.

What angered the male was the next announcement, a fucking alliance with Tanglewood. Roy thought Bastilleprisoner went over there for peace talks, not a fucking alliance! They could have easily decided to be neutrals, decide that they will stay out of each other's way for a bit. Roy couldn't help it but wonder who the hell thought it was a good idea to ally with them. Roy can only see this turning out badly, he was pissed that the guy who tried to kill him two months ago is now showing up soon to give them gifts. A scowl made it's way onto Roy Mustang's features, ears drawing back to his skull. Roy debated speaking up, it was probably expected as how many times Roy has spoken up during meetings- whether it was during Starrynight's reign or now Bast's- but he kept his mouth shut. His expression enough was good enough to indicate that he's pissed, and not happy with the decision.

Oh, and there were some promotions, an ambassador announcement, and a ton of titles announced too. While Roy listened to them, Roy didn't bother to make any comments. He didn't congratulate his clanmates on their promotions, there were certainly come that deserved it, but he was still rather angry about the alliance with Tanglewood to speak up. He wouldn't have sounded like he was genuinely proud of them, he'd just sound like he's barely containing his anger inside. He didn't say a word as Bastilleprisoner finished his announcements, the Flame Alchemist almost smoking with aggravation.