"Ah," He makes motion with his hand, indicating the feathers and claws. "So this isn't normal for you."

Technically then the boy wasn't a harpy. Just appeared as one. At least there weren't going to be vast species disparities in experience that would lead to awkward social faux pas.

"The exact opposite? Well, I haven't felt any real threat yet nor am I changing shape." Which was kind of a daemon like thing to occur, bringing about a bit of confusion.

"I wouldn't be surprised if this were the will of gods since I've had some experience with gods and god-like figures making decisions that leave human beings holding the bag."

Resentful? No, of course not. Why would Nyx feel any form of resentment?