The diminuitive woman let out a whiney sigh and threw her hand in his dismay. After a moment's pause, she turned to Lew and raised her eyebrow at him. Glancing back at the even littler women, she drew her eyes back upon the dimwitted human and licked her lips in contemplation as she mentioned the circumstances of their capture... "And he<em>was</em>part of the troupe...?"<br/><br/>"So..." She leaned back and smiled, "<em>You</em>could ask them to grant you a wish..." Biting her lip, she continued, "And then give that wish to<em> me</em>, right!?"<br/><br/>"Oh..." Viloet mumbled, biting the tip of her thumb, "...Is that too much to ask?"