faderift | [OPEN] Heaven bend to take my hand

WHO: Hermione Granger and YOU
WHAT: Hermione's seen some shit and is trying to get over it.
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway through the end of the month.
WHERE: In and around Skyhold.
NOTES: Takes place after this plot, so some threads will likely have mentions of child death and/or signs of depression. Please let me know if you'd like me to avoid any triggery topics.

Library

Though the curly-haired rifter has become a staple in the library over the past six months, Hermione has been relatively scarce there lately. She has no real heart for research anymore, not after the things she'd uncovered in those journals in that cave in Fromage, and there's so much more to Thedas than what can be found in books. She'd learned that the hard way, and now instead of reading and taking notes, she finds her thoughts wandering as they rarely do. For once, she can use a distraction from her failed attempts at studying.

Stables

Avoiding people isn't always as easy as she'd like it to be. But if she can preoccupy herself with animals, Hermione can withstand a bit of small talk. There's usually a kitten or two playing around the stables, and if not, at least helping to feed some of the horses will make her feel productive as well as distracted. And if that doesn't work, there's a certain dracolisk that she'd been slowly learning to get friendly with, assuming it won't sense her dour mood and become agitated.

Battlements

The battlements are actually quite pretty. She'd never really come up here before - if she wasn't in the library then that usually means she wanted to be social, and so the courtyards were where she'd spent more of her time - but now that she's looking for a change of scenery... well, there are worse places to get some quiet with a beautiful view. She's not always alone, since there are always people passing back and forth, but most people don't seem all that keen on hassling the young woman perched in between two turrets, staring out into the mountains. Indeed, unless someone happens to recognize her or just manages to catch her as she wipes at a stray tear, most probably wouldn't even know she's there.

Healing Tents

Returning from Emprise had been difficult, for more reasons than one. Beyond the obvious, Hermione still had a few physical injuries that she'd intended to ask the healers in her group to help with on their way back, but had clearly never gotten around to it due to the extenuating circumstances. Of course, she can't indefinitely deal with waking up with a sharp pain in her back and some of the bruises had begun to look particularly gruesome, so there's nothing wrong with making the occasional visit to the healing tents. If she takes care of one thing at a time and sees a different healer each time, it minimizes the chance of any awkward questions being asked, which is all the better; she's not ready to talk about that dreadful day and is in no rush to change that.

Wildcard!

She probably won't be quite so cheery until later on in the month, but Hermione still needs to eat, drink, bathe, and presumably sleep. She may be a little awkward around those that had gone to Emprise du Lion with her, but she isn't about to actively ignore anyone or send them off. Her nerves might be a bit frayed, but there's still such a thing as etiquette, after all.

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Judging by the troubled look on Sam's face, he doesn't quite believe her reassurances either. After all, Gandalf had been brave, and he hadn't been rewarded at all. But that hardly seems like something to bring up when Hermione's trying so hard to make him feel better, and he smiles up at her gratefully. It does help, a bit.

"Thank you, Miss Hermione," he says sincerely. There's a pause, and then he adds, his tone lighter, "Though that's a funny way of putting it - being the bigger person! It hasn't made me bigger at all."

She knows better than most how easy it is to lose sight of hope; she's been in the presence of Dementors, after all. But she's glad that Sam is at least prepared to move onto lighter subjects without completely dismissing the darkness in his particular situation.

"Well, you've a big heart, and I'm sure this experience has made it even bigger," Hermione tells him, lightly squeezing his shoulders before letting her arm slip away. "And that's all that really matters."

Sam looks genuinely touched by the compliment, ducking his head shyly to hide his blush.

"Softhearted, more like; and it's not always a good thing," he says, thinking of his gaffer's admonishments over him being too sensitive. "But it's clear you're the kindest one of us, Miss Hermione; I would've said so even before you told me all that about what you did - going without food, and all!"

Sam is sweet and innocent enough that Hermione can't help feeling at least a little better about his company, though there's still some dark part of her that wonders if some Thedosians are daft enough to think that even he might secretly be a demon. But it's easier to shrug off what Thedosians might say when she's among another rifter, so she takes a small breath that almost sounds like a huff of laughter.

"I wouldn't say that I'm the kindest, not when you're around for competition for that title. But don't ever let anyone tell you that you're too soft-hearted for your own good. Caring about people isn't a weakness; sometimes it's the only thing that separates us from our enemies, so we should embrace it."

"Well," says Sam, clearly flustered by the compliment. He blushes, momentarily at a loss for words. "Well! But then it's not a competition at all, I suppose, is it? But thank you all the same, Miss Hermione." He smiles shyly at her, before jumping back to what was - at last to him - a very important revelation she'd shared with him. "Leastways there's plenty of food for us all here!"

Hermione finds herself feeling simultaneously bad and yet pleased when she sees Sam's blush, but she knows he's liable to get over it soon enough. It's hardly as though he's never heard someone say something similar to him before, if he always acts like this.

"You're welcome, Samwise. And yes, I might miss some of the food and drink from home, but I'm glad the Inquisition sees to it that none of us run the risk of starving. It's probably more than what can be guaranteed for some poorer villages, which might at least partially explain why there always seem to be new faces hereabouts."

The thought of starving villagers is enough to sober Sam. He nods solemnly. "Oh, believe me, Miss Hermione, I'm glad too. Very glad indeed! But, if you don't mind me asking, what is it you miss from home? Perhaps we can make it here - or something close anyhow."

When asked about what she misses from home, Hermione's first thoughts always go back to her friends and her parents, but she knows that's not what Sam means in this case. So she smiles absently, shrugging a shoulder.

"Oh, I don't know. I miss more memories associated by certain comfort foods and snacks, I suppose. Pumpkin juice in the mornings while reviewing for exams, for instance. Pasta with my family while on holiday. Chocolate frogs and butterbeer with my friends. A bit of magic goes into the chocolate frogs - which aren't real frogs at all, in case you were wondering - but other than that, I think most of that can be replicated easily enough here. Though, granted, I don't recall ever seeing pasta in Thedas."

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