She was just ridiculously strong - it's hard to describe. She had a gift, I think, that just made her amazing. [ And Hermione misses her. She misses so many people in the Drabwurld, but at least she has a few of them here. She can't miss Robb too much when he's standing right in front of her, after all, and she's glad for that - glad that she gets to see him alive and well, to see him flourish and smile again. ]

Gold is rubbish at keeping you safe, of course, but it was the colour of the side I was on - the Seelies. When I was actually fighting I had some armour that let me move a bit more, let me use my magic and my rapier properly. Unfortunately, blinding my enemies was never a tactic I got to use.

[ When she had to fight, of course, and when she wasn't a lioness. At least she can revel in his laughter, her expression soft before she hums, thinking. ]

I'm not a muggle anymore because I have magic, but I suppose until I found out people would have thought that I was. It's a little complicated, isn't it?