She nods when he confirms that there are a few accents that sound vaguely Scottish hereabouts. She can't recall ever hearing them herself, but she can imagine that it must be a nice sensation. There are a few dialects that sound like various parts of the U.K., and it always makes her feel a little more comfortable, being able to pretend that this person is from somewhere familiar instead of an entirely different world.

Hermione doesn't realize that she's staring blankly down at the kettle over the fire until Jamie asks about her magic, and she blinks a few times before looking back at him. "What? Oh-... I don't know that there's anything for them to figure out, really. It's just a matter of my needing to learn to work around the Fade. Or with it, I suppose. I'm not particularly anxious to do anything that would bring me closer to the Fade, though, so I can just walk to wherever I need to go and pick things up the old-fashioned way."

Given the difficulty she'd been having with her magic, it's not exactly an adjustment to have to get used to not using it at all. She'd just never been afraid to use her magic before, so that's still a feeling that takes some getting used to.