[Ugh, that would certainly defeat the object of his plans. He wonders if perhaps he can show her exactly what it is he's intending to put in there. The Spirit raises a hand with an open palm and concentrates, rather like he would whilst trying to assume his dragon form. After some time, a small ball of light blue energy forms in his hand.]
My essence. The very fabric of what I am made of as a Spirit. Will this help?
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My essence. The very fabric of what I am made of as a Spirit. Will this help?