She grumbles as she precipitates the magical construct from the abstract realm of forms and onto her workbench.

"... stupid way for a multiverse to work ... not like the portal division is getting anywhere ..."

Finally, she finishes double-checking her work, and gives the tightly coiled ball of magic a shove out of the universe and — hopefully — into the hands of someone who can use it well.

"I hope it works," she remarks quietly to the empty room.