[ Hermione winces a little at the language, mostly because there's nothing she can really do to help calm him down. There is something that might lift his spirits, though, and she stands, hesitating to reach out and touch him. She knows he's wary of his powers on a regular day; angry he might be worse. ]

Hope isn't lost, da-John. We have a plan.

[ She walks around so he can see her, lifting her head up. ]

I'm doing research, ways to hide the sigils without needing Redgate or the blood granite. If we can hide them, all across the Drabworld, then Reynard won't be able to get anything from Redgate. The power he needs will have been taken from him before he even reaches it. That's what I'm going to do - I'm going to find a means of hiding them from him, permanently.