"Thank you." Salazar took the bottle with a grateful smile, then encountered the next problem. He tugged on it but it wouldn't open. Frowning, he fiddled with the opening for a moment until he realized that it had to be unscrewed. How peculiar. He smiled again at the woman and peered into the bottle. It looked like ordinary water, just what he needed. Salazar took a deep breath, then splashed a solid amount of cold water on his face.
The cold felt like a shock and for a second Salazar allowed himself to hope. Then he opened his eyes again and found that he was still there. "Worth a try," he commented with a shrug and handed the bottle back.
"So you're a witch." Salazar said, feeling some tension leave his shoulders. With his luck, he had already imagined ending up amidst Muggles and he recalled far too well how that had gone over the past times. It had surely cured him of the desire to ever see a pitchfork again. And again he had allowed his thoughts to stray, Salazar admonished himself. The witch in front of him didn't have to help him the way she did. The least he could do, was stay on topic.
"I was wondering what's wrong with my wand." Salazar said, his smile more genuine now. "We'll make do without magic. I mean, it's good to have it but we'll survive without it until we can figure out a way to get back home." This was better. He had a goal now and that helped Salazar focus. "I take it you have been plugged from your friends and family as well? How does this all function? Crops and food and protection and all that? Do the Muggles know we're here? Have there been attacks already?" That was something he could do. He could help defend this place, not work as a Healer as that parchment told him to.