"Well. It's good to hear immortality no longer counts for as much as once believed. We may have hope after all," she counters, somewhat dryly.

There's a pause as she adjusts the fur around her shoulders with a gloved hand. The Rifts have indeed known their share of troubles, and a Rifter mage? She can only imagine. Not that she doubts Hermione's ability to handle herself, mind...

"Not very many, as I understand. You are in a very unique position, in a number of respects." One eyebrow lifts. "Are we speaking of something in particular that troubles you?"