After Tsa's recklessness nearly every nation in the new world had serious systemic issues that needed addressing right away. Some smaller kingdoms were teetering on the brink of collapse, while mid-sized countries suffered a severe lack of resources, and large countries like the Slane Theocracy & Elven nation only had mild internal conflicts.
At first, Tus Nadair was only going to lend aid through the satellite nations it had helped set up before, like Gatenbarg, and Inveria. They also lent aid to the rest of the world through the newly established Dragon Kingdom, and the Elven nation. Further aid was distributed through the incredibly few remaining important families in the Slane Theocracy, specifically the ones who held the seventh deity as the highest one, and the families who worshiped all seven gods.
However, the aid distribution hadn't been fast enough for all nations to recover, there were a few nations that fell to complete disarray as a result, taken over by the rebel forces and then birthed new kingdoms out of the ashes. These were the ones who had fallen for Tsa's propaganda, once they learned of a few things it was too late to stop… They had already devolved to acts of barbarism to get their way, backing down now would be impossible.
There were other nations that simply couldn't keep up with the demand for resources, and subsequently crumbled away as well. This resulted in another crisis of refugees scattering across the land. People split up and traveled to other nations looking for food, and work, so they may continue living their lives.
It was around this time that Tus Nadair stepped in to intervene directly. Night Silver sent out a public missive to all nations, a notice that she was sending them a large aid package in the way of provisions, and a handful of healers to prevent the spread of disease. No nation was barred from the receipt of this aid.
Each nation's public reaction was one of gratitude, it didn't matter where they were, or who they were, being able to ensure food to their people was hard enough for most nations. As a result, the provisions sent were a godsend, literally & figuratively.
There was one, the Argland Kingdom in particular, that saw a small army come with the supplies. The reason was simple, Night Silver was benevolent, but she wasn't nearly stupid enough to send aid to a nation where the civil war ended in the replacement of the government, without sending a military force to ensure the supplies, and people delivering them were safe.
Though, upon arrival, the Argland Kingdom had prepared a military force to receive the aid package. And their new king stood ready to command an assault, but remained extremely wary of such a thing as the one in charge of delivery floated over on a magical board of sorts:
"Might I inquire as to the reason for the presence of your forces?" The woman dressed in traditional Nadairian garb asked, eyeing the rather sizable force present. "From the looks of it, Mother was right to send some of my siblings with the delivery here. I shudder to think what would happen if our people were harmed."
"I amassed this force once I received reports that there was an army on their way here. Surely you understand."
"I do not understand. My perspective here is that you were informed of my mother's generosity, even to a nation created out of the people who wished to apply pressure to her. Naturally we would see you possessing underlying hostility. Hence this small unit was mobilized specifically to deter any insane notion you might possess."
The new king, completely untested in the ways of politics, just got his first failure dished to him on a silver platter and fed via golden spoon. He met generosity with hostility, and all because he had failed to publicly clarify his nation's position on the situation. Combined with the woman clearly possessing a beauty unmatched by any woman he'd ever seen before, the situation was overwhelming… This, this is too much, just how much have I screwed up? How many people are going to die today, tomorrow? What do I do? How does one be a king? Is this what that look the old king gave me was for? And such beauty, I've never laid eyes on such a figure. Her breasts presented themselves with complete confidence, toned muscles, and seductive curves. His attached sword had been drawn, and his face flushed a light tinge of red.
"Oh? Why are you getting so red? Don't tell me you're getting sick?"
"Huh, no, it's not that, it's your form of attire. It's rather revealing?"
"You're attracted to me, just because you can see my breasts? What are you, a big baby? Don't expect me to change how I dress for the unenlightened. In Tus Nadair, the only women you'll see wearing anything to cover their bosom are those just starting to immigrate. The only other exception is when they are breast feeding, which obviously obscures some skin."
"Sounds like a rough place for men-"
The woman snapped her fingers, summoning a male warrior over. "My dear Nadairian citizen, is it hard to live in our beloved country as a man? This foolish king seems to think it's difficult."
"Wait, really, my lady? Surly he jests?"
"I do not, I can't imagine seeing such sights all around me day in and day out. I can imagine the occasional breast feeding, but aside from that, it just sounds like it would cause far too many problems."
"Then you sir, really are stupid, and that explains quite a bit. Living in Tus Nadair is like a dream. We work together and strive for greater success, and building large families. Why, I have 3 fathers and 7 mothers, and I wouldn't change it for the world." The warrior said in completely frank terms.
"That's enough you may return now." She smiled, then addressed the king once more. "We develop loving connections between people that go beyond the simple minded: "Nice body must breed", mindset. You are just far too rough a case to help. So answer, do you want the supplies or not?" She continued, with an annoyed sigh.
"Uh, supplies would definitely aid in feeding my people until my kingdom is ultimately able to do it ourselves… I gratefully accept."
To the outside, it was quite obvious that Tus Nadair just wanted to give out these materials and then leave, which they did.