Oh, that'd be really nice, [ Matt says, sinking into the indicated seat. He's more tired than he thought he'd be, but in his defense, Dimitri's charm is the last in a pretty marathon spellcasting session. ] Maybe just some water?

I didn't need that many pockets when I first landed here, [ Matt protests, arm vanishing to nearly the shoulder as he digs around. ] All I had was notebooks and the clothes on my back. Now, though ... ha.

[ He emerges with a little cloth sachet clutched triumphantly in hand. It smells gently of herbs. ]