Dia sighed, then frowned, furrowing her eyebrows in thought, "Unfortunately, what you're asking is something that's not strictly possible." She shifted her weight, resettling and leaning her head back against the wall she was leaning against, eyes slipping closed, she continued speaking, though, "If I tried to squeeze the water out of the wood, we'd only end up with crushed, splintered wood. I can treat it like a scalpel when necessary, but that's more precise than I'm really capable of."

"That said, I didn't exactly put it back perfectly. I sort of shoved it back into place, and twisted it until it was jammed in the space. If I want to exit the way I came in, I'm probably going to have to cut it free again."