"Fine!" Waver snapped, resuming well, his far more normal form of conduct. "Totally fine! There's True Magic working, I can't access my magecraft at all, Rider's not here, you've turned flesh, my feet are soaked through, and we're fighting a flood and a bunch of freaking brooms that reproduce like a hydra! I'm perfectly fine!"

He was back to gesturing widely as well, furious and beyond done with everything.

Speaking of brooms. There were several approaching, their buckets with them. They moved as orderly as Waver was disorderly.