"That’s true," Marie-Claire said as she readjusted herself in her conjured chair. Fleur had moved over next to her once she started speaking. Apolline and Gabrielle were next to her, the older one fussing over her mother but was waved away. "Though it seems the gods have their own sibling spat and we are their pawns," she let out a disappointed sigh. "I am glad they can’t directly interact with us."