[From the sound she makes—swallowing a protest so abruptly that it seems like she might choke on it—, this last part is an unexpected turn in the trajectory of the conversation. And surprise enough that for a moment it briefly undercuts her intent for further hen pecking.]

Oh that. It isn't possible. There might be some way of adapting the theory of course—something to do with the Templars and what they do, perhaps? But the form it took in the dream? No.

How do you imagine these to work? It can't be a mage producing the lift; they would be exhausted before it could travel anywhere useful. You need—Ah. [Another note is scratched down in the margins of her page.]