Hermione has enough worries when it comes to the shards. She doesn't like the idea of there being some foreign magical object embedded into her hand, and she certainly doesn't like the fact that this foreign magical object apparently might be a beacon for demons on the other side of the Veil. But knowing that the extent of its magical capabilities might just be much more powerful than simply being able to close up a rift is something else altogether.

Gingerly, she reaches out for his shard hand, careful not to touch the dim green glow as though afraid that that same energy is going to burst out towards her. "How-... how long have you been able to do this?" she murmurs softly, looking down at his hand for a few moments before looking up to meet his gaze. "Who else knows? The advisers? Solas?"