From The Thinking Woman’s Guide to Real Magic

Nora looked down at herself ruefully; her dress was completely soaked. “I don’t suppose you have any magic to dry clothes?”

“Certainly,” Aruendiel said, with a lift of his eyebrows.

The water trickling out of her clothes picked up momentum; she watched the dampness recede down the length of her dress. She felt a little queasy and much warmer. “Thank you,” she said.

“I thought you didn’t believe in magic,” the magician said.

“I don’t know,” Nora said. “I just find it somewhat—unexpected.”

“That is not a bad thing,” Aruendiel said. “Magic is not something one should take for granted. Not at all.”