Akhurras truly has changed her, that she reacts to a snarl from him - scales brought forward and betraying his true nature - with nothing more than a patient stare back.

Her hair stands up at the back of her neck, a lingering flight-or-fight instinct that proves she hasn't quite lost her mind yet, but other than that she just ushers Wrathion inside and glances over her shoulder to make sure there's nobody there.

Three toads croak in response.

With a sigh, she pushes inside as well, and locks the door behind them.

There's no windows in this house, so there's nothing to let moonlight through. The sources of light come from a few candles Hermione had already lit before hearing him, so the way to the kitchen is illuminated enough.

Wordlessly, she starts a fire to hang the kettle over, glancing his way.

"Tea or coffee?"