She catches it on reflex, hand shooting up to grab it before it can reach some unfortunate end. Bringing it to her eyes, she delicately turns it over, mentally tracing the swirls inside.

"The ones before were probably being animated by an offshoot of his power. Which would explain why they were defending him, since you didn't intentionally create them to be bodyguards. Teaching you how to create the vessel is one type of spell, but animating any kind of construct is another field of magic altogether."

Her eyes slide back over to him. If he was passed out in his tub later, she wouldn't be surprised.

"What's this made out of?"

What did he have to tear out to create this?