She does look puzzled, but after a brief glance to make sure he isn't teasing her, she looks back down at the book.  Reading over the words several more times, she sounds them out in her mind, then starts to write them there.  She draws them with graceful brush strokes, trying to set them into the walls of her mind.  After some time...she isn't sure how long... she decides she's ready.<br/><br/>Turning towards the pillow, she looks at it, focuses her mind on it, then slowly recalls the words from where she'd written them.  Repainting them across the surface of the pillow, she tries to attach them to the very fibers of the object.  Then, with only a slight bit of hesitation, she pulls up on those fibers.  At first, nothing happens, but she'd done too much to just give up.  Running her mind across the words once more, she tries lifting again.  To her surprise, the pillow twitches slightly, then lifts off the ground.  It floats upwards until it's right at her eye level.  Liz can't help but smile at the success, and she starts to turn towards Cayn to gage his reaction.<br/><br/>Whether it was the motion or something else, she's not sure, but suddenly the nausea wells up inside her.  Her eyes widen slightly and the pillow drops to the ground with a thud.  Tearing across the room, she just makes it to the toilet before the pretzel and bit of pie are removed from her system.