Amaya had a flower. There was a rock. She was supposed to use that flower to lift said rock.

She blinked at the rock a moment, actually did try squinting at it a little to see if she really could just move it with her mind (which she could not and would deny having even tried, thank you), and then sighed, tucking the flower behind her ear for now as she looked around.

"So," she asked, "anyone got a string? Or maybe a good plank and we can just lever the thing up?"

SCIENCE!