[Chastised and berated, her favourite state to be in. It sinks a ball of dread into her stomach, and makes her grit her teeth for a moment, before she squares her shoulders off. Yes, that was a mistake, and one out of fear, and she can't afford that.]

Well, assume I've learned the lesson.

[Then, adds, because she can't quite let go of having the last word:] Hermione from Taravast might be the type to start negotiations with anything. I'd rather they think me soft and unthreatening, than wonder why I carry a wand and can do magic.