EPISODE 47 - THE KEEPER OF GLÀRE'S HEART

(POV Aileen) Brick studies the six of us in silence—really studies us, like he's weighing something only he can see. Then he moves. A sudden leap. A spin midair. And a shimmer of dust rains down over our bodies. ...Oh. By all the clouds—we're shrinking. Smaller. Smaller. Until— We're his size. Sidae, Hercules, and Raertha don't look thrilled about it. Me? I love it. "This is incredible! I'll never get used to this—we're even smaller than when we entered the Elven Tree! Everything feels... enormous!" I blurt out, turning in place, taking it all in. "B-but we'll tuuurn back to normal, rrriiight?" Grogher asks, his voice tight. "Of course, Grog." Dorcha gives his shoulder a reassuring pat. Easy. Steady. Brick, on the other hand, looks... mildly annoyed. Like our reactions are noise he'd…