A sound of metals clacking together bought her attention but she didn't bother to look in that direction.
Her legs were bent in the position she sat, enabling her to be able to place her hand and lay her head on top.
Hermione was quiet as the source of the sound approached her, she didn't need to look to know that it was the guards that entered.
An audible sound of something colliding with the ground echoed in the empty space behind but she made no attempt to look.
The gruff voice of the guard who had dropped whatever, resonated solemnly.
"Our King has ordered for you to be served, he does not want you starving to death."
Hermione ignored his words with not even a look of acknowledgement.
The guards silently observed her behavior, she was still unmoving.
"You should eat and stay alive, we don't want you dead yet." His footsteps clicked on the rocky ground.
