The enemy of my enemy? [ Is the Huntress their enemy? (Give it time, she will come around to answering that yes, she is.) The Beastmaster is dead - whether that is in the future from now, or in their present, whatever the case; the Beastmaster did fall.

And they have the Huntress to contend with now, if that was the wrong choice they made. She remembers Maranth, in the desert, and her chained hands and legs, and her blindfolded eyes. She remembers the pleas for water, and the recrimination - if this works, and the beast goes free, healthy, and leaves them alone, they don't have to tell anyone.

She walks up behind Red, setting her hand on the woman's shoulder in support, and softly says: ] Not the first time I've freed someone or something that felt dangerous just because I felt a kinship to it, you know...

[ The beast accepts the drink. Some wounds heal right away - minor scrapes, minor injuries - restitched by the magic of her potion. The breathing calms, too, the wild, feral panic of someone on the brink of death now down to curiousity, possibly confusion.

Hard to tell, Hermione can't see it with all the clumped fur, but... ] Did it work?