Beleth isn't exactly a person you normally turn to for aiding in feats of strength, but no strapping muscley warriors are about, and it's just a drawer, really. Besides, it'd be rude to just stand there and stare. So Beleth gingerly steps over a collapsed ribcage, and skirts around what she's pretty sure is a spine??? And arrives at the drawers, which she's quick to aid Clarke in prying loose. There's a moment where the wood groans but stays put, and Beleth wonders if they're going to have to fetch someone else, when the crack of splitting wood erupts into the room, and the drawer wrenches open. It's worth celebration, and there's even confetti in the air, now!

If you count years of dust as confetti, at least. Beleth opts to pull her scarf over her nose, then peeks into the drawer.

"Is it okay for us to just...pile them in here? Should we keep track of whose spine belongs with whose skull, or...?" It's not as much a matter of asking for leadership as trying to gauge what humans consider appropriate--she's seen plenty of them dead, but most of them still had enough meat to keep everything more or less attached.