"Oh yes. I feel much better now, having gathered up another eerie little waif to add to our collection of strays. One that might potentially make this place a little less dreadful."

Tart sarcasm aside, the shudder he gives is almost genuine.

"I'm all for the dark and the shadows, but this place makes even my skin crawl."

Still, they'd done something allegedly to the common good, and Hermione and Halsin seemed pleased enough with their efforts. It's progress forward, in a way. Patience will provide something a little more substantial, hopefully.

But he's fairly certain there's a glint in Hermione's eye as they walk. Something unsaid. It doesn't take an intelligence score the level of Gale's to know what might be on her mind, and he smirks quietly in the dark.

"But, perhaps reason enough to...celebrate."