[ All she can do is walk forward when she's invited, moving forward and letting him sit her, letting herself play the game and the act of formality and politeness. It's been instilled in her for months, now, how to be kind and gentle and hold her head up high, to let herself move and let her back be straight, arms across her lap. It's not like she's in a formal situation now, though, and she relaxes a little.

It's not that she's offering Gilgamesh friendship any more, not in the way she had done easily, no matter how much she believes that he deserves it. It's a little easier to pretend that nothing had happened, at least for now, to ignore the way she feels stung and strange, and to let herself smile and settle and play the game of being allies. A part of her wants to go back to the easygoing friendship they shared, secret sharing and lion talks, settling together as friends that were happy.

It would be nice to get back to that point.

Hermione takes in the table, eyebrows raising as she notes the lemon cakes - her tease had been right, after all - and she breathes in the smell of the tea, letting it calm her even as she turns her head to look at him, to nod and adjust herself to get a little more comfortable. It feels like something they'd done together so long ago but the atmosphere is different, far less teasing and less like playful banter. This is a little more tense, formal and polite, and she nods her head before she begins to speak. ]

It's been very quiet, actually. You saw me trying on the armour? I was testing to see which style worked best with what I wanted to do if I was ever in a fight. I have a shield and some swords, and my rapier, so I thought I should get the last piece of the set as well.

[ It's not quite the dazzling gleam of his armour, of course, but it's not like she needs something so spectacular. ]

Keeping up with friends in letters, making sure my road is safe, that sort of thing. What about you?

[ She looks around the room, eyebrows raised. ]