As if Meesei's closeness would some day again be the panacea for all of Sabine's worries, she returned her hug tightly. Some muffled wet sniffs were the only audible evidence Sabine gave of her sadness. She was not well and she knew it fully and completely with all the time they had spent on this island.

When Meesei retrieved the staff, Sabine's eyes lingered upon it for a moment. Instead of reaching for it — if only for a moment to have her mind back again — she turned her head away from it and fidgeted her fingers with the hip of her clothes. She shut her eyes tightly and forced herself to think.

"I have not tried something so complex at that scale with the staff," Sabine answered with great effort. "But it fills every magical part of you with its current. More than imaginable. It might be done?" Her eyes cracked open. "We would still need to find a way to carry the body through. I do not know if it is possible to move it with telekinesis. Even with the staff. Too big. Maybe...maybe it should be cut apart."

Sabine huffed as if realising what she just suggested. "It...said it used to lead armies. It was close in rank to Alduin. It must have been very old." She lowered her voice, dour. "I feel wrong killing something so old."