Before Sabine had encountered the staff, she would have regarded the task of lifting an entire dragon with only telekinesis from herself and Meesei as impossible. Nevertheless, she brought a palm up towards the huge corpse and channeled. Her fingers still shook against the purple light of her spell.

Sabine felt her spell feeding back to feel its latching on to the dragon's midsection. She sounded a tiny, high pitched groan as she willed it to lift. Even with the feather spell, it was far too heavy for herself only. Meesei's lifting with the staff empowering her took most of the weight. The dragon's head and limbs limply scraped in and hung from where it was lifted.

But Sabine overcorrected before they had moved the dragon an inch across the ground. Her mistake made the corpse lurch down and stop lower in the air. She winced and tried to lift again. Like a hammer slipping from a nail, her efforts caused the corpse to angle instead of shift. Try as she might to stabilise, nothing seemed to work.

The dead dragon slumped onto the grass once more. Sabine fell to her knees, bent forward and holding her arms around herself. She was silent. Her face was tensed and her eyes facing away. She sucked in a breath but tried her hardest not to cry.

"I cannot do it," she mumbled. She sounded angry, likely at herself given her abilities were beyond as trivial a set of mistakes as she made. "I am sorry."