It's not exactly easy holding the thing there. Her Pulls have always had a good amount of strength to them but as always, it's ultimately her weight she's pitting against whatever her target's is, and she isn't any bigger or taller than Asseylum. Just a little sturdier on her feet.

Feet she digs in, leaning back against the counterforce and still slipping a little on the wet grass. Pewter burns bright and hot in her stomach and she holds against the wind tearing at the tarp and pushing at her back both.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She grumbles around the effort this is taking and just loud enough to be heard. Above the tarp is finally starting to move back. "Just grab it when it gets low enough and hold on tight to it!"