Hermione outright scoffed at the thought of Thedas needing more people like her. Unless he meant more people from her world, people who were used to adapting their magic to unconventional circumstances and making it look easy, she highly doubted any Thedosian would want to deal with a young woman being dragged into battle and shaking and crying at the first sign of trouble. Even if it had been rather gut-wrenching trouble.

"It would be more useful if I didn't lose that voice when it matters most," she remarked bitterly, remembering how she'd been so paralyzed by watching the horror unfold before her that she hadn't so much as spoken a word, even before it had become clear that they'd been dealing with an abomination. "Or if people would listen. But how much of a voice do rifters really have, Kirk? Especially one who can do magic? If half this world thinks you're secretly a demon, I can only imagine what they and the other half think of me."