If this time isn't different, Hermione will have a rough awakening. Another life lesson, one she hopes to neither need to be taught nor perish learning. It's nothing as dramatic as expecting the worst of Astarion, truly, because she doesn't. But here he goes again, deflecting like it's his bonus action, and she rolls her eyes.

"Oh, for gods' - I'm trying to say I like you," she snaps, having apparently reached the end of her tether. A pity she chooses her tent, while not even wear a goddamn breast band under her flimsy robes, as the spot to lose her patience. She sucks in a breath, and exhales, pressing her palms together.

"I'm sorry, that was...abrupt. I am not very good at this, I know." A pause, after which she gestures at him. "I know because you've told me, actually. Please let's forget all that awkward outburst."