Adrestia was blind to the fact that she wasn't alone. She never had been. All she was doing was attempting to build a wall and isolate herself. Well, Peter would be damned if he was going to let that happen. He wanted her to succeed, but he was damn sure that he was not going to let her destroy herself in the process. "I hope you're wrong, about Hermione. She was a beautiful soul and the world would be lost without her. I hope she comes back." Peter sighed in the way that only someone you love could make you sigh, though in exhaustion as it were. "Get some rest, we'll need it." And that was it, his dismissal to this. One that did not invite further discussion.