You look at the clothes, take your shirt and pull one sleeve on an arm.
"They shrunk!" you say in surprise. "What can I wear to go home?" you ask, the sound of your voice showing obvious disgust.
The eyes of the woman show her intent of keeping you as a companion is what you know she has in mind. She was most gracious in being of help but you have other ideas, plans for yourself, and that doesn't include staying there with this woman.
From behind the woman's back comes this white fuzzy garmet and its tossed over your shrunken clothing as if an offering of something that might fit.