If Hermione had had her way, she'd have never have left the keep once it had been claimed. Actually, no, she never would have left Skyhold, ever. Actually, wait, scratch that, if she'd really had her way, the worst thing she'd have to worry about at the moment is scouring the bottom of a cauldron after a failed Potions experiment in preparation for her N.E.W.T.s.
But she doesn't get her way, not in Thedas, and so she'll stick as closely as she can to the biggest, strongest person she can find. Funny how often that ends up being Korrin.
She doesn't understand why she'd been "greatly encouraged" to come here, given how the stench of blood and death is thick enough to make her start feeling sick to her stomach. But when the crackling pain in her hand starts and the nauseatingly-familiar green light flares, she realizes just why she's needed.
Korrin can't stay by her side forever, but Hermione's magical defenses still aren't nearly good enough for her to feel confident in her ability to protect herself, especially not when it's dark and there are corpses strewn about. So she tries to always stay just behind her significantly larger friend, waiting for an appropriate opening to do something useful until she can even hope to close the rift. She'd never seen these kinds of demons before, but when one of them rushes at the pair of them, she decides that figuring out what kinds they are can wait until later.
A hastily-cast Shield Charm sends the shade stumbling backwards, and Hermione quickly turns Korrin's attention to it before it can recover. "There, to your right!"
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But she doesn't get her way, not in Thedas, and so she'll stick as closely as she can to the biggest, strongest person she can find. Funny how often that ends up being Korrin.
She doesn't understand why she'd been "greatly encouraged" to come here, given how the stench of blood and death is thick enough to make her start feeling sick to her stomach. But when the crackling pain in her hand starts and the nauseatingly-familiar green light flares, she realizes just why she's needed.
Korrin can't stay by her side forever, but Hermione's magical defenses still aren't nearly good enough for her to feel confident in her ability to protect herself, especially not when it's dark and there are corpses strewn about. So she tries to always stay just behind her significantly larger friend, waiting for an appropriate opening to do something useful until she can even hope to close the rift. She'd never seen these kinds of demons before, but when one of them rushes at the pair of them, she decides that figuring out what kinds they are can wait until later.
A hastily-cast Shield Charm sends the shade stumbling backwards, and Hermione quickly turns Korrin's attention to it before it can recover. "There, to your right!"