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The dragon Irenia is no longer under Rathakku's control. Do refrain from shooting her, she's not the most cheerful soul but I don't think we can blame her in this moment.

She cannot linger too long close to the undead lord or she risks him breaking the protections I've given her, but she will offer us what assistance she can.

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[ And he is well within his rights to slap that filter on, which Hermione was leaving at his discretion - and is going to keep on. ]

I do - don't tell me they were the same sort of charms.

I studied the concept --

[ Hermione's voice immediately echoes in his mind telling him not to touch them after she went to the effort of fetching them -- ]

-- on some additional pieces I was given at the time. Given the large quantities of spare time I had alone, it felt in my best interest to understand what was protecting me. After some work, I was able to replicate the spell to some degree, something that wouldn't fade and require recharging at a shrine but wasn't quite full proof. It slows the influence, but doesn't block it entirely. Enough to allow the victim time to get away.

Using what I learned there, I tried to replicate it again with Rathakku's magic as the source we wanted to block.

[ The response is with a delay, as she's computing all this, but it comes. ]

That's brilliant. Why didn't I think to question the charms further?

I'm glad you were able to use that time alone for this, for all that you were displeased with being forced to hide.

It's something I have experience with.

[ Which bit? Being alone? Trying to reverse engineer mind control magic?

Who knows! A mysterious statement obviously nobody will press him on it's all fine. ]

Which part?

[ Wow, Hermione! You can't just ask someone --

Never mind, you totally can. ]

Most of this, as it happens. Large swathes of my family were taken under the thrall of creature to use in its armies. Some of them brought back after they had already died.

Oh - Wrathion
I'm so sorry.

[ ... He's not sure anyone has ever said that to him before.

It makes him feel something... complicated.

Which means he should absolutely immediately stop thinking about it! ]

It's all in the past, now.

It doesn't stop it from being a terrible thing to have happened to you. But I know feelings are complicated things to have right now, with everything happening around us so we don't need to linger.

I can just congratulate you on the job with Irenia, if it makes you feel better.

[ Okay but did you need to call him out while offering to not linger on it? ]

It was a joint effort.

[ Wrathion admitting he didn't do the whole thing alone: surely a sign of desperation. ]

[He's sharing credit? Whoa - it must really have been bad, then. She stares at her talisman for a moment, hesitating about whether or not so send the message that follows. Physical contact has never come hard to her when in the presence of her friends, but offering it in writing is a whole other story. A vulnerable one.]

When we meet in person again, you are getting the world's longest hug.

[ But how do you know it will be the world's longest... ]

Quite the promise.

Hold me to it.

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