Hermione stared back, refusing to be seen as unnerved - one brow raised as both a warning and a challenge. She tightened her grip on her sword and whistled sharply. From the throng of Targaryen bannermen and member of the Queen's Khalasar, the hulking mass of Illyria stepped forward, shaking off her black pelt and standing next to Hermione with a growl already budding in her throat.