You grew up in a castle? Do you want my guards?

[ She's only teasing, of course, a gentle nudge - Hermione is fond of her guards, even Galan, the notorious flirt that seems to want to make everyone she's ever met either fall for him or squirm with discomfort.

Softening a little, she nods her head, lifting her hands to tie her hair up behind her. ]

I promise I'll take care of myself. If I don't then I think my dad will come and drag me back to bed.

[ She gets the impression that she and this woman might be two peas in a pod. ]