[ Hermione just watches the lot of them like some kind of nervous mother, not wanting to intervene but making sure that nothing goes wrong all the same. Romulus is there all the same, ready to step up and be the big brother to the rest of them if he has to, the wild wolf that comes to her side and is as devoted to her as Grey Wind was to Robb - another hole in her heart, another memory she clings to with all that she has.

It's easier to focus on her sister, to lean close to her and listen, humming in agreement. ]

I never met Morla, but I imagine they were similar in a lot of ways. Stubborn, maybe, and determined, sure of themselves. They both knew what they wanted and would fight for it no matter what.

[ Hermione never minded anyone using her network for whatever they wanted - she had control over it and could see when it was being used, thankfully. The only time she had to ever worry was when something was stolen, and eventually charms were put into place to stop that, too. Hermione saw the best side of Solais, the loving, tender side, true, but she also saw the worst, the vicious hand of justice and the cruelty that would come with it.

Cheeks a little red, she sighs. ] That was because I had very good people around me. My second was incredible, and I had Lancelot and Dorian to help me with a lot of things. If I was by myself I'm sure I would've gone mental at some point.

[ Reaching out, Hermione takes Nasrin's hand in her own. ]

Then we'll make sure that they can trust us. There's no war here, nothing keeping us apart. We'll show them that we're here to help, that there's nothing wrong with Shardholders. Right?