[ Hermione is used to time passing, to the strangeness of it, all of that. She had been a master of time, once, with a time turner just so she could study more and more, but... It's different when you don't have control over it. It's different when it's taking you away from people you care about, people you love.

Her eyes dart up to Ignis and she stops, softening. It makes the ache inside of her seem... Smaller, somehow. He does. ]

Maybe I'll go and see her as well. I'd like to see more people here - it must have changed. I don't even know who is on my old ship anymore.

[ But then she's getting kissed and she blinks, pausing, before she shifts and wiggles a little so she can lean up, her hand on his cheek and her lips pressing against his own. ]

Are you planning on being done soon?