Nike stood with the others and tried to gather her thoughts. It had been a myriad of hard fought battles through to victory but she had done what she could to ensure it happened. It was still a lot to get used to, Victory, never losing. But she still missed her mother; they had no idea really where she was at, just that she had brought them to Olympus and now there were here and alone. Nike wasn't sure the other Olympians would accept them given their lineage.
She couldn't help but be a bit less grieving of the loss of Pallas. But the less though to their father the better. She couldn't have those thoughts in her head as they prepared to go meet with Zeus. The new king. It would be his decision that would ultimately dictate their immediate lives. Styx had left the four on Olympus, beholden to him.
Smiling she nodded at Zee as they pushed the doors open and walked forward side by side together and approached him. It was grand room with an even more grand throne. And then there was Zeus sitting there as they got closer. They had fought for him, for the other Olympians and all things considered, the outcome was the best thing to happen. Nike followed as Zee did and curtsied low, almost to the ground.