[ Dimitri, at least, sees no shame in it. He watches her drink with that concern still evident, wary of her still perhaps being in shock or suffering from some other, unseen malady. But so far she seems (to his eye) to be recovering. That's all he can ask for, at least for now. He breathes out slowly, half-turning to glance at their surroundings, as if a Zenith might suddenly pop up. ]

Then let us start there. It's the next best step to take. Better to have one in hand than chase after him fruitlessly.

[ There's a pause and he turns back to her. The way she said that... ]

A spell? One that finds items, I gather? Some sort of scrying...?

[ He's so... casual about it. Perhaps because he doesn't quite understand just how alien it is to her. ]