Putting things back together

Fay slumbers in the still-almost-clean, fluffy bedclothes. You're early awake, remembering the peevish complaint through the door, and feeling a nip of shame that, as Fay said, you two are the new drama darlings of House Leontes. With yourself a fainting scarecrow unable to assist with a banishing.

Sighing, you regard the shattered porcelain from the washstand pitcher. It did you no harm, indeed helped you wash the vile taste of the Sending's aftermath from your mouth. And then the waves of last night's mutual magical climax pushed it off the washstand as the bed rocked like a boat in a storm.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to prove to yourself you still have the touch.

Ordinarily this might count as CAST A SPELL, but this is really a custom roll vs. DILIGENCE for Morgan.

Roll +DILIGENCE(0) to piece the pitcher back together with magic.
On a 10+, it ends up looking like new, gain +1 XP.
On a 7-9, you succeed well enough to make it a useful pitcher again.
On a miss, you fumble and wake Fay.

⚁⚅ + 0 = 8.

It's a tedious struggle, but finally you coax the pieces back together and knit their edges together. Pushing yourself a little further, you make one more call upon the powers of magic.

ACCIO AQUAM, you call. Mist obscures the room, then shrinks and condenses into a tight cloud above the mended pitcher, squeezing itself into a stream of liquid that flows into the vessel.

You cough, your mouth dry. In this little room, where else would the moisture have come from?

Fay sniffles and sneezes, waking herself up.

"Ahhh, my mouth is so dry," she complains. "Is there water...? Bother, we broke the jug."

"I fixed it," you say. "There's water." Stolen straight from your mouth, probably.

You pour Fay a cup from the pitcher. She drains it and holds it out for a refill, then drains it again. Your mouth still feels dry.

"Ah, thanks. Fixed it, eh? I forgot my lover was secretly Patient Griselda," Fay says. "Such a good little village girl."

"Good little village girls don't end up at Boarbristle," you say. "And I was never patient."

"Haha, you're patient with me," Fay says. "I got tossed over a dozen times before I took up with you."

"You're almost my first," you tell her. "Before you, just silly kissing stuff and boys in a hurry on bonfire night."

You and Fay regard each other. You were together all last year, and look to stay that way till the end of your time at Boarbristle. At least. If Fay doesn't have some sort of dramatic exit like the imp poison that Lolo saved her from, or that terrible Sending.

"Shall we fine ladies go wash and head to refectory?" Fay says.

"Yes, let's," you say.

You have +2 Ambition, -1 Bravery, +2 Cunning, +0 Diligence.
You have 4 XP.
You have a FAVOR from Fay, who is also your FRIEND.

Any drama this morning? Otherwise describe a meeting with Leontes' Tutor Preston Sharper, who will set you a GOAL related to your new House.