Lucia Walsh-Rhys is many things. Impetuous, stupidly heroic, generous to the point where anyone else wouldn't survive it. From New York.
Busting down El's door to get at this soul-eater.
"Cool. Ooh, I bet this spell would be good for, like, sterilizing hospital rooms, or pest control--I'm sure the mana cost is too high for practical use. But I'm going to enjoy it while it's up."
"I'm sure there are better spells when all you want is to kill some bacteria."
"Or cockroaches. --Man, I wonder if the Void would go even harder if you asked for spells to kill stuff. Probably best not to test it."
"I have studiously avoided taking creative writing classes after my first attempt."
"--Wow. Setting off an existing one, or making one out of whole cloth?"
"Hm. Better than nothing, if it ever comes up. Which I'm sure it won't, not within our lifetimes, but...did you know that Yellowstone National Park is a supervolcano caldera?"
"Yeah. If I ever hear it's blowing up I will take one of the many passenger aircraft still offering service to Wyoming."
"It's not going to come up. I'm just being silly. I think it's easier to just say things, in the dark like this."
They get to El's room. The shroud is taken down. Lucia fills several crystals and pulls a cloth out of yet another of her many pockets to clean argonet off her sword with.
"It would be sort of funny in a sad way if you eventually did have to take your sharer back because New York provided such a valuable parasitism service."
"If it comes down to that, I will solicit sharers from several enclaves, so it at least gets spread around some. Plus it messes with the symbolism. Can't say a power-sharer means I'm part of a given enclave if I'm wearing ten!"
"It sounds like it'd be - not trivial, at least? I'm sure you could get some enclave to try, I don't know about ten of them."