Celene wore her disdain openly on her face: "Is she trying to make William think she's both beautiful and powerful?
Oh, and the Undead Tribe is watching too, is this an attempt to become the perfect Matron?
Ha~ using all the Divine Power on those veils, isn't she afraid that she'd be trampled by the dragon if she can't recover?"
Hill silently observed that noble from Anmur, completely uninterested in engaging with the Maiden of the Moon's sudden sarcastic comments... mainly because he couldn't figure out whether Celene was being sarcastic about Shaer's current effortlessly graceful appearance or the fact that Shaer actually found someone to put on a show for.
His judgment in these matters was always a bit flawed, so it was best to keep his mouth shut and avoid trouble.
As for Lansendel, he stood with wings spread, looking northeast... apparently observing Bahamut and his dragon group.
