Viloet's eyes widened as she scrutinized the now much more... compact woman. Truly, their roles had been reversed somewhat. The little mage now almost seemed fragile in her palm. She frowned, looking away at Grishka's last words. Was this all truly inescapable?<br/><br/>The halfling kept the little mage in her hands protectively as she made her way out from the library to the woman's quarters, hoping to keep her somewhat hidden. How would she explain<em>this </em>to Terrance? Of course, Viloet always had<em>one</em>handy hiding place for anything smaller than her hand, but Grishka might not enjoy the prospect of being stuffed into the halfling's considerable cleavage...