His confirmation had her chuckling; this exercise was one that could have gone disastrously. There were plenty of ways that Themis could have proven unequal to this task, but Samuel had trusted her, or at least trusted his own skills to keep her from incinerating them both. The gravity of the experiment and her logical need to pick everything to pieces had her considering her own body. The muscles in her thighs were spasming like she'd run the castle stairs or swam for hours. Her arms were certainly heavier than they had reason to be, and her heart was still trying to settle into a post-exertion rhythm. It was humbling, how exhausted she was after the attempt, but it also brought a sense of accomplishment. She had faced a new experience and enjoyed herself, risked failure, and was rewarded. While she did not enjoy appearing fragile, her body was buzzing with electricity, her mood giddy even as she knew climbing to her tower now would be a mistake.


She laughed heartily at that. "I wager it takes a toll even when you're careful. How often do you expect the sixth years to faint, on average?" She joked, but also had the image of the school nurse levitating a classroom of overeager students to the Hospital Wing. On a more serious note, she observed. "I think it speaks to your love of your subject, your physical and intellectual devotion. It is admirable that you have committed to your craft completely." She did not need to gesture to the scars on his hands to make her point. She thanked his creation for the water, still unsure how to relate to it, but assuming kindness was still a firm policy.

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