Korsarro clamps his eyes shut, the waiting was going to kill him before Arn or Aly could get a chance at this rate. He waited. And waited. And then waited some more. Nothing was happening. He opened one eye, finding that his world had not in fact become one of blood and combat. Relief overtook him, stayed with him even. He felt... good? Oh my, that could hardly be a positive sign. He couldn't quite find it in himself to care much though, his attention was fixed on the breeze that had entered the room, impossible under normal circumstances, but these were hardly normal.<br/><br/>He blinked, taking in for the first time in quite a while the true difference in height between himself and a normal man, even the table was strangely large, its top meeting the spot between rib and stomach on Korsarro. His mind was reeling between the breeze and the damnable height of his. He looked to Alyssa, his current state of mind being a very bad one to look to the man who was at least 5 times his size while kneeling. Oh god. He'd done it. His mind had slipped to it. He slowly craned his neck, seemingly taking forever from his point of view to find the highest point of the giant. This. This was ridiculous. He blinked again, realising that even Alys axe was probably larger than he was.<br/><br/>And then all at once, the feeling vanished, his biggest insecurity leaving his mind for another day. He chuckled quietly holding his hands out in front of him. They were small, yes. But they were his and he was perfectly alright with them. "I... I feel fine?" He looked up to Arn again, turning to Aly as he spoke "Maybe you two should ask some questions? I... I'll admit. I don't know where to begin. It's been a while." He grimaced. Hopefully his answers would ensure that the axe didn't have an express meeting with his mind.