Hermione can feel the warmth - or she thinks she can, at least, and it makes her face feel hot and prickling, as if she's flushing instead of standing in front of hot coals. Lifting her head, she steps forward to look at the the helm, tilting her head to look at it; she doesn't try to reach out and take it away from him, nor does she ask that he pass it over, she simply basks in the fact that he's sharing the chance for her to see what he was given, something unique and important to him.

"I see what you mean about the metal on the planet here," she says finally. "If this is the sort of thing that's possible in your world then there's no point wasting materials here. It just doesn't seem like it would ever really work or come to it's full potential - even under the best of hands."

Moving back a step, Hermione gives Gendry a bit of space to breathe.

"It's beautiful, and really well made. I'm impressed."