[ As soon as she turns away Hermione tries to chase after her, but she knows the limits of what she can do now. A Seelie shardholder running around an Unseelie owned tavern, randomly, without having a reason or an excuse? There would be talk and she wouldn't have anything to say for herself other than the truth; that today she hadn't just broken her own heart but she had broken Katsa's, too.
She has information, though. She can go back and tell Lancelot that there is a specific bounty on them all, that there is more than what they thought ahead when it came to danger, but... She didn't want to. Her emotions were a sick weight on her and she didn't want to consider all of this, what it all meant, the way that her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest.
What had she done?
Today she had stood in front of Katsa and, in no uncertain terms, told her that she would fight her, possibly to the death, to defend the Citadel. She knew what Katsa had experienced there was horrific in the worst possible way, but... She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let anything happen to her friends, even as the burst of pain and sadness pressed down her and made her feel sick, something hard in her throat, a lump that she couldn't swallow away. She had sworn to fight Katsa, her friend, and fighting in the Drabwurld...
Fighting back her tears, the knowledge that all their meetings, their friendship, was tinged with Katsa and her mission, the knowledge that each word she'd shared might have given her more room to explore the Citadel, that none of it was an accident, Hermione turned and disappeared with a pop. ]
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[ As soon as she turns away Hermione tries to chase after her, but she knows the limits of what she can do now. A Seelie shardholder running around an Unseelie owned tavern, randomly, without having a reason or an excuse? There would be talk and she wouldn't have anything to say for herself other than the truth; that today she hadn't just broken her own heart but she had broken Katsa's, too.
She has information, though. She can go back and tell Lancelot that there is a specific bounty on them all, that there is more than what they thought ahead when it came to danger, but... She didn't want to. Her emotions were a sick weight on her and she didn't want to consider all of this, what it all meant, the way that her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest.
What had she done?
Today she had stood in front of Katsa and, in no uncertain terms, told her that she would fight her, possibly to the death, to defend the Citadel. She knew what Katsa had experienced there was horrific in the worst possible way, but... She couldn't let that happen. She couldn't let anything happen to her friends, even as the burst of pain and sadness pressed down her and made her feel sick, something hard in her throat, a lump that she couldn't swallow away. She had sworn to fight Katsa, her friend, and fighting in the Drabwurld...
Fighting back her tears, the knowledge that all their meetings, their friendship, was tinged with Katsa and her mission, the knowledge that each word she'd shared might have given her more room to explore the Citadel, that none of it was an accident, Hermione turned and disappeared with a pop. ]