[ For all that she might have been awkward with children at home Hermione has found that she's flourished a little, with Rizhao and now Bridei to guide her, and she cherishes that. It's not as though she had much hope of being around children or helping take care of them at school - only tutoring the younger years, which isn't the same as babysitting... Well, a baby. Nothing could prepare her for being an aunt to dragon babies either, she supposes, which isn't so much of an issue; they are still children.

When she lifts her head, though, she pauses, considering a little before she shakes her head, her eyes flicking over him. ] It's not really that simple, is it? I've - you know what I've seen, Faolan. [ When they shared the dream-vision, when she saw things. ] You are my friend. I mean that, I really do. You're already there and it's not about whether or not you fulfil a duty or something, you know. It's just a matter of being yourself.