Shaking off her sympathy for the dragonflies, Sky heated the potion until it reached a blue color the same one as a few of the dragonfly thoraxes. Then she reached for the rest of the toasted dragonfly thoraxes and dropped them in one by one, until the potion turned sliver. She had only used eighteen of them this time, so she sneaked the other two into her bag to give them a proper burial later. She felt that was the least she could do for the pretty little bugs that had given their lives for her potion.