Morgawr entered the courtyard still feeling defensive. He'd reviewed the incantation with Dian on the way, and he was pretty confident of his spell, but the exchange in the library was declining to leave his attention. Setting the wet journal down, he began his attempt to cast more hastily than was strictly necessary and was shocked when the notebook quickly began hissing and was surrounded by a cloud of steam. He cursed to to himself when he realized he never made a clause to keep the water from heating the book by proxy, but when he grabbed the book and flipped through it, he was relieved to find it only slightly damp and still about as legible as ever. Not having thought of a speech to aggrandize himself, he offered the book to Diana.