She hugged Alis in return, squeezing back her understanding. They would talk later. She would make sure of it. Assuming, that was, that Tamlin didn't insist on anything further. And if he did that, she'd fight back with everything she had.
Tamlin cleared his throat and Alis stepped back almost immediately. Feyre swallowed hard, letting him lead her to her old seat at the table.
"I'm not hungry," she advised gently, eyes on the food and not Tamlin.