Strange frowns a little...then starts to laugh himself. So his scrying took up the entirety of the lake? And it still showed the proper image? Well, points for English magic! "Both of you come back here. If I just adjust the spell this way then perhaps..."

He trails off as Strange starts drawing circles in the air again, muttering something different. By the time Syrlya and Lambert are back to where Strange is, the image has reformed, small enough so that all of them can see: it's Cole, on the outskirts of the party, sitting in the grass near a tree.

"There we go," Strange remarks, smugly.