[For a moment the water around her flickers with a view of the head of the stairs in the workshop, looking down the hall toward Joscelin's door. Then it's gone again. It's likely that Alcuin hadn't intended to share that with her.]

I will be all right. Phèdre has gone and returned before. The last time she went home. I cannot begrudge her that even if she did have control over it, which she does not.