Luna accepted her drink with thanks and followed Dean to the couch, curling her feet under herself as she sat. She shook her head at him. Her father had said something similar to her. In fact he did almost every time she implied she might be doing more than talk to people. "It's fine, between bubblehead charms and gillyweed I wasn't going to have any problems, and I've got pretty good at judging how long I've been underwater."
That one had been touch and go when Luna had first started doing underwater investigations. She didn't wear a watch and the deeper you went the longer you had to give to get back to the surface. She'd had to have her father supervise some practice runs after she'd almost overrun the first lot of gillyweed she used.
"Of course I have notes. No sketches though, at least not proper ones. I didn't actually see any. I just have some ideas from the myths the locals told me and guesses about their teeth. I'm pretty sure I found evidence of eating patterns which didn't fit with any of the animals I could observe. I have some samples of those too." She sighed, it was so frustrating to get close enough that she could almost taste the proof, and yet still miss it.
"You don't look like your drawings are going well either," she said, having spotted his crumpled parchment before she sat down. It was a somewhat blunt thing to say, but well meant.