Y'shtola raises an eyebrow. Those are memories related to emotions, yes, but weaponizing such things? "One would think she has turned delirious..."

She arches her staff back and concentrates while conjuring her magic. A happy memory. Loving memory. If she can think of one, perhaps that would be enough.

Laced within the fire of a spell, of course.

She lets the fire fly and...hopes. There's not much else to be done.