She gave her infamous toothy grin, "I know so, Tyr." She told him. She insisted that he continue to practice summoning his familiar any chance he got; during studies with her, while he was walking around school grounds, hell, even if he felt alone. Summon. Summon, summon, summon.
Eventually, she came to him while he sat reading in the Arcanaeum, "Tyr, pack your things, we're going oit for more field work."