Dewott’s voice is clearly feminine, so you know it’s a girl. Now that you know this, you don’t say anything else, and you wait patiently as she finishes her training. After swinging her single scalchop some more, trying out a variety of angles, she lets out a content sigh and puts the weapon back on her hip.
“Are you done?” you ask.
Dewott brings you up to her face and nods at you.
“In that case, can you help me get back to normal now? I’ve been trying to think of some ideas for what we can do. Maybe you can bring me back to where I shrunk, and we can look around for clues?”
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