She hadn’t wanted to lose her wand to the lake? Arven quirked a brow. Evidently she was used to incredible bad luck, then — for he wouldn’t have thought it easy to separate a witch from her wand. Perhaps she should have it attached to a pocket chain…

”In which case, might I lend you a spell?” he offered, thinking the young water waif might be grateful to have dry feet again. ”Or at least let me walk you to… wherever you might be reunited with your wand.”

A sorcerer without a wand was like a boat with a hole in it.