"I do still need a chunk of something to transmute. I can't make it out of nothing." Promise re-spikes herself, then gets her writing materials and makes two diagonally positioned crosses on the wall to mark her eye-level little tiny gate where it will settle. There's just enough room to poke her face through, or there will be when it settles. "What would be a particularly interesting experiment is to see what happens if I transmute something that is already charged."