If only looking was enough to ensure the water remained where she had poured it.

Calvin looked up at the silence or rather the absence of her footsteps heading back to collect more water. The water she’d so dutifully carried once again seemed to disappear before her very eyes leaving a empty, dry trough. It was as if nothing had happened. Not even a droplet could be seen at the very bottom.

He didn’t need to be standing next to her to know this, he’d charmed it himself. Once again he turned silently to his marking, expecting she knew she was meant to keep going.

He hadn’t given the instruction for her to stop and wouldn’t wait the entire night for her to begin again.