At some point, Loki must have fallen asleep, the early evening having crept up on them. Sighing heavily, he turned on his side to watch Hermione as she slept. Like this, she was so peaceful, the stress of her life forgotten as she dreamt of, hopefully, happier times. Perhaps she dreamt of him and Gwyneira and a future where they lived in peace. Or maybe she didn't dream at all, over exhausted by her emotionally magical outburst from earlier.