"Several schools," Hermione mentions. "But one in Britain. Which, given your accent, might be some distance away." A considerable distance, if Red could really be a werewolf despite not being a witch or knowing anything whatsoever about the wizarding community. As far as she knows, most Muggles die after being infected with lycanthropy, and as they don't have access to any potions or know where to find other supplies they might need, they don't generally manage to live under the magical radar for too long.
Other than her accent, Hermione does realize that Red never directly refers to herself as a werewolf, only as a wolf, making her frown a little. Before she can ask after it, though, she's forcibly reminded of the woman's injuries, and she takes Red's hand primarily to get her to stop, trying to guide her to sit on the ground.
"Here, sit for a bit while I look at your back. We should be far enough away from any predators by now." And if not, she sort of assumes Red would be able to smell anyone approaching, even if that's an unfair judgment of her capabilities when she's not entirely sure what she is yet.
Opening her small bag, she rifles through it to see if it has the vial of dittany she'd originally packed into it, back before this had all been a dream... followed by not-a-dream. "Wolfsbane doesn't stop you from changing, no. But it helps werewolves retain their faculties during the full moon. Otherwise, they act like feral animals." Withdrawing a tiny ornate bottle from her back, she looks at Ruby once again and concludes, "If you're in control of your transformations, then you wouldn't need it; most werewolves, though, would take it so they don't go around slaughtering people during the full moon."
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Other than her accent, Hermione does realize that Red never directly refers to herself as a werewolf, only as a wolf, making her frown a little. Before she can ask after it, though, she's forcibly reminded of the woman's injuries, and she takes Red's hand primarily to get her to stop, trying to guide her to sit on the ground.
"Here, sit for a bit while I look at your back. We should be far enough away from any predators by now." And if not, she sort of assumes Red would be able to smell anyone approaching, even if that's an unfair judgment of her capabilities when she's not entirely sure what she is yet.
Opening her small bag, she rifles through it to see if it has the vial of dittany she'd originally packed into it, back before this had all been a dream... followed by not-a-dream. "Wolfsbane doesn't stop you from changing, no. But it helps werewolves retain their faculties during the full moon. Otherwise, they act like feral animals." Withdrawing a tiny ornate bottle from her back, she looks at Ruby once again and concludes, "If you're in control of your transformations, then you wouldn't need it; most werewolves, though, would take it so they don't go around slaughtering people during the full moon."