"Bagpipes, really?" Hermione asks, only half-listening but mildly interested all the same. "Of all things to have in common. Is their dialect like yours, too?"

Her end of the conversation is little more than background noise, given that she can't really focus on much more besides putting the kettle together. Between everything she'd been through, the soreness she's still experiencing as a result of her last mission, and the shock of seeing Jamie in such poor shape, it's a wonder that she can even remember how to brew a semi-decent pot of tea, though that much would remain to be seen.

"I don't mind, you know. The Herald's Rest isn't too far, and I'm sure they must have something that would help with the tea. Usually, I'd just try to Summon some from there to here, but...." But she'd much rather avoid magic for a while, if there's a chance that it really will act as a beacon for demons and anything else on the other side of the Fade. So instead, she only says, "... but I don't know that that would actually work here."