Viloet looked on with alarm as Grishka recounted her experiences to the halfling, but what began as fear of the unknown and this... this odd fascination that everyone seemed to be having with her, was now turning into the fear of Grishka. Or more accurately, offending her. The halfling had few people to rely upon in her current situation.<br/><br/>"Oh, well..." She began sheepishly, "I don't know. I've never really... thought of myself as particularly devout. Maybe it's a, uh, not like that at all. I mean, they said 'small', right? So maybe they meant... like-" She put her hand up to the top of her head and then outstretched it in a vain attempt to compare height with the other woman. Not very effective, given that Grishka was about twice the halfling's size. "It probably has nothing to do with... y'know." She said, framing her breasts inbetween her hands. 'Aah.' She thought, 'That feels kind of good.'