He pulls the silver dish to the middle of the desk and takes a deep breath. Concentrating, he pours the water into the dish and with a wave of his hand it becomes still. Taking the hat, he sets it down on the desk and holds a hand over it and his other just above the dish.

For a minute nothing happens, but then the surface of the water starts to shine. It could be mistaken for a reflection at first, but it grows and glows, settling into the water. Viatorus' brow twitches, bent in a deep frown, his eyes moving back and forth under his eyelids. When they flutter open, he keeps his hands steady as he looks into the water. There are shapes, light and darkness moving about, but it's too blurry to make anything out.

"Well... He's alive. That's good." A slow exhale. "That's... something."