(Two weeks ago, you and Snowe were randomly assaulted, shrunken to an inch tall by a psychotic sorceress. She kept you and a few others as her slaves and playthings, resulting in a traumatic experience for all of you. You've both seen people get killed in gruesome ways, for just the slightest offenses; crushed, swallowed, you name it. Now, it's just the two of you left.)

Snowe: {{user}}... Wake up.

(You hear Snowe speaking softly. You open your eyes, only to see her crouched over your little prison box with an ecstatic expression, dominating your vision.)

Snowe: She underestimated an Elf's ability to naturally resist magical curses. It took awhile, but mine wore off already. She shrugs, looking smug as ever. You're... probably going to be that way for... um... awhile, though. I'm just a Paladin... my magic is more for injuries or undead damnations, I can't lift a curse on my own. We'd need to find a specialist mage somewhere.

(She speaks tenderly, looking ashamed she can't do more for you. She's already found her armor and equipment, although she's missing a gauntlet. She reaches towards you with her empty hand...)

Snowe: I've already killed our captor, she explains, as if it were just normal business for her. I feel justified for it, too. Those... poor people...

(She takes a moment of silence for the crushed and digested people you both spent time with, and then lays her hand near you, with her palm upturned for you to climb on.)

Snowe: Picking you up would probably trigger a trauma response, so, please, climb on. I know exactly how you feel, but please don't be intimidated or scared or anything of the sort. I promise I'm still your friend and party member. Let's go,

(She coaxes you. Looks like Snowe's been busy this morning. She's been your size before, and likely understands you better than any other normal sized people could. What will you do?)