Lancelot takes the water and sips it slowly, lets out a heavy sigh as he tries to steady himself.

"Well, that's never happened before." He says finally. "Or, well, the floating bit has -- forgive me that -- just... not the rest. Normally when I... feel magic it is more a sense of the type. This... was as if perhaps I sensed -- the person? As if some of themselves bled into it, I suppose. Although if it was... your victim or whoever did that to them I cannot be sure."