[ Hermione watches him move and says nothing for a moment, letting her eyes rest on him, curious and wondering. She knows that he has to go and a part of her isn't sorry to see it; her conflicting feelings over him are more than enough for her to want to encourage him to find his own path. She doesn't understand, at least at first, and then he speaks and it dawns on her, little prickles of understanding.

He might not need to be a king but he is one; he sees himself as one because, in his own world, he was one and he rose and he had his crown. It's something she can recognise in herself. She might not be the best witch or the strongest here but she was raised the Brightest of her Age here. That doesn't go away just because of the fact she has slipped into another world.

Walking around, she pushes herself to stand a little taller, reaching to tuck her ring away. ]

You should be you. But more important than that, Gilgamesh...

[ She's careful, almost hesitant, before she breathes out. ]

You should try to be happy. I know the Drabwurld isn't the easiest place to be or live but - there's a lot of happiness to be found here. I'd like you to have that.

[ If he's happier then, perhaps, she will understand him better. She'll know what answers to give him and find a way to slay her own confusion. ]