Pride flooded through Nyx as she watched her daughters greet her guest in their own unique ways. It took a bit of the sting away from not getting a hug from her friendly daughter. Though she really hadn't had the chance, Night supposed. Erebos stole her hugging time by grabbing Philotes first, and now Styx was hugging her. Well hugging her face. Sort of. Nyx double checked to be certain that the hand was not going over the nose as well as the mouth. Not that she thought that Styx would actually hurt her sister on purpose, but the temptation to stifle the girl could occasionally crop up.
Today, however, she'd been terribly pleased with the babbling that had come from Philotes' mouth. Given that as soon as something crossed the girl's mind, it then came out of her mouth, Nyx had worried, just a tiny bit, about what Friendship might say about Hel's appearance. She should have had more faith, because all the gushing was about getting to know their guest better. Most of it was, anyway. Enough that Night understood that's what she was aiming for, in any case.
And Styx! Styx smiled at Hel. The Norse goddess wouldn't know, wouldn't understand, how meaningful that was, but Nyx did. Hate was not an easy goddess, she did not take to new people the way Philotes did, and she generally did not give genuine smiles to people she'd not even truly met. She smiled and she made a joke, and then offered her hand in greeting. Nyx was so very proud of her girls that she felt the sting of tears in her eyes.
Blinking them back, Nyx did her duty as host and introduced, “Girls, this is Hel, Norse goddess of death, and the ruler of Helheim. Did I say that right, dear heart? Helheim? It doesn't really roll off the tongue well. That would be the Norse version of the Underworld. She's queen there, and here, she is our guest for dinner. Hel, as they've already mentioned, this is Styx, and that is Philotes. They are our daughters.”