It takes her a moment but, eventually, Hermione moves, settling back and shifting to cross her legs under herself on the chair. Not particularly formal, but this is Dorian.

"The compass I had made then worked as I was travelling, but as soon as I was in the dungeon it stopped." She pauses, considering. "Maybe something like the - no, um, ignore that." The ring Gilgamesh gave me. That was magic, too, and she really doesn't think it's an apt thing to mention.

"I'm not sure what can counteract the blood granite."