[ She sees that glance, the brief moment where she makes eye contact with Vi, out of line of sight for the woman, and tries to ask again, silently are we doing this.
As far as Hermione Granger is concerned, she will not leave someone - a living soul, human or not, undead or not - shackled and emprisoned. Even if Vi chooses to go, she will unlock the last shackle.
But first, she notices how hungrily and desperately the woman drinks, and takes quick note of the way her skin starts to look like it's recovering - a miracle, by all accounts, or powerful, or strange. She swallows around a knot in her throat, and tries again: ]
And I'm Hermione... I'm afraid we're neither of us your mother, or sent by her - at least I don't think we were. What's your name?
[ This they learn, after the woman drains the water. Marath. ] And who were your people, Marath? [ This they also learn: the people of Uruksithar.
The very ruins they've sorted through, to get to the center of this maze, to get water for the sandworms. A cold chill travels down her spine, and she asks: ] How long have you been here? [ But the woman, Marath, has no concrete answer. Days bled into each other, she lost count, and they've kept her bandaged up.
She looks at the last unlocked shackle, and shifts to her feet, to get to it standing. With a glance towards Vi, she asks:] Why did they leave you here like this? What possible reason could - why?
[ And the answer comes, because I warned them against heading for the desert in droves, and with a bitter taste in her mouth (anger, and blood from where she bit the inside of her cheek in anger on Marath's behalf), Hermione unlocks the last shackle, and frees the woman. ]
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As far as Hermione Granger is concerned, she will not leave someone - a living soul, human or not, undead or not - shackled and emprisoned. Even if Vi chooses to go, she will unlock the last shackle.
But first, she notices how hungrily and desperately the woman drinks, and takes quick note of the way her skin starts to look like it's recovering - a miracle, by all accounts, or powerful, or strange. She swallows around a knot in her throat, and tries again: ]
And I'm Hermione... I'm afraid we're neither of us your mother, or sent by her - at least I don't think we were. What's your name?
[ This they learn, after the woman drains the water. Marath. ] And who were your people, Marath? [ This they also learn: the people of Uruksithar.
The very ruins they've sorted through, to get to the center of this maze, to get water for the sandworms. A cold chill travels down her spine, and she asks: ] How long have you been here? [ But the woman, Marath, has no concrete answer. Days bled into each other, she lost count, and they've kept her bandaged up.
She looks at the last unlocked shackle, and shifts to her feet, to get to it standing. With a glance towards Vi, she asks:] Why did they leave you here like this? What possible reason could - why?
[ And the answer comes, because I warned them against heading for the desert in droves, and with a bitter taste in her mouth (anger, and blood from where she bit the inside of her cheek in anger on Marath's behalf), Hermione unlocks the last shackle, and frees the woman. ]