It might work. In a perfect world, at the perfect time...but the Nexus is so unruly, so disjointed with its powers and energies. Even a sage handler has only but so much finesse against the distractions. Bill closes his mind's hands around Verity's ever-so-sensitive spark, and it suddenly becomes that much more pliable. It can't hear the call of all the other forces at work: the shifting gravity and magnetism of the strange interdimensional place; the call of the thunderclouds and the air saturated with electrical potential. Other magicks, sometimes from other spellcasters can even interfere, on occasion. It only hears Verity, for the time being.

"Now, whisper no more. Laugh. Take that part of thee which breathes, which pulses with thy heart at every beat. Let it kiss the lightning." She wants to make it dance. Now is the time. She doesn't need years of experience, hard-earned multitasking focus through the heat of a thousand battles: she has a patient Thunderer nearby.