"That.... sounds really tricky." Uncertainty is plain on her face as her eyes crinkle at the corners. "But I can imagine it if you have enough power ... Hmm."

She points her wand at her temple and flicks a line from it to his sword hand. "Link, link, link!"

Immediately, he'll be able to see what she imagines, like a mirage or a ghost image over reality: a red thread connecting them, an illusory monster at the end of the alley for practice. It's a giant hulking rattlesnake with bug eyes and dripping fangs, and oddly enough, a mop of matted blond hair.