Meanwhile, Ignatius is howling in rage at the water that has just been dumped all over him, like a bucket propped over a door. The boat is shredded into pieces between his hands, the metal melting like snow at his touch. As for Iulieal...

If he tried to put that shit in his mouth, he is getting burned, and fast. At the moment, dousing him is mostly just contributing to the confusion of the situation and perhaps buying some time.