Steph slid over to the wall adorned with talismans, leaving a trail of slime in her wake. Without even a second's hesitation she reached among the rows of strange little trinkets and plucked the bone talisman of restoration from the nail on which it hanged. With a playful flick she tossed the thing towards her tiny friends.
"Grab on to that charm," she instructed. "Imagine your previous self and breathe deep."
Eric, eager to discard his small stature, followed her commands without question or complaint. His restoration happened in a flash and puff of smoke; one moment Eric was a few inches tall and the next he was back to his original six feet. So quick, in fact, that Ty had to hop out of the way to avoid getting trapped under his friend's resized ass.
Restored, the buxom rogue bounced in glee, either unaware or uncaring of the show he was giving to the rest of the witch's prisoners. Eager to spread the joy, Eric kicked the talisman over to his little frog of a friend and urged him on, but Steph stepped it.
"No, Ty's been transformed beyond the point of restoration. We can change him with one of her other charms, but..."
"But what?" Eric and Ty asked, though words and croaks separately.
"But I'm not gonna help this pervy asshole!" she said, pointing an accusatory finger at Ty. "Let's see how YOU like being treated like some kind of guinea pig sex toy, Ty!"
Eric, unaware the events of the Goblin camp and the Aaron statue demanded answers, but Ty knew he was boned. The anger in her eyes was genuine and reminded him somehow of the witch she had just absorbed. Running was futile; her gooey mass moved faster than his froggy legs and attempting escape might very well just get him absorbed like the witch. Ty was set to be punished, and in the end Steph...