Grishka chuckled at the halfling, the prospect of being helped along by someone a little more than half her own height much against her own comprehension of physics. Naturally, having someone along who could help her should she collapse would be preferable in her condition. Still, this woman had a destiny Grishka found desirable and must be offering help as some way to curb her jealousy. "You can put to rest any thought that I am capable of having walked in your shoes and been any less reluctant than you are right now. I couldn't imagine aspiring to be a wizard and have every attempt blow up in some sexual manner, only to be told that I was destined for copious amounts of the same for the rest of my life."<br/><br/>She reached out and took the halfling's hand and spoke "Fairy size!" A snow of magical light hummed into the air briefly and Grishka appeared in the Viloet's hands, no taller than a fairy, minus the wings. "Thank you." Her tiny form squeeked out.