He was talking about the weather? Hermione thought that was taking the civil, friendly types of conversation they'd been able to have for the last few days a bit far. Still, she looked up at the sky before she looked down to poke the fire again. It seemed to burn a little longer with the twigs from this part of the forest, too, and she wondered if that was just her imagination. "It is," she finally answered, then she turned to look over at him, moving a bit on the log she was using as a seat so that he could have more room beside her. "Where were you?"