As Erica works on the cage with her lockpicks, Sorafe shivers as the room is pretty drafty, and being as big as she is right now doesn't help. The room begins getting bigger, and Sorafe warns the others.
"Hurry up, I think the potion is wearing off," she said. Almost on queue, the lock clicked, and Steph stepped out. Already slightly shorter than the table again, Sorafe quickly grabs both Erica and Steph from the table, and leans down to place them on the ground, as she continues to shrink. Sorafe stops shrinking at about double her previous size, as the potion wears off completely.
"Why didn't I return to my previous size? How am I going to fit into my clothes now?" Sorafe examines her skirt. It would probably fit over her now much wider waist with a bit of a squeeze, so at least she would be covered down there, but she was still cold, and going topless seemed like a bad idea in this place.
"Once we get out of here, I'll take you shopping for a new top," Steph promised "It's sort of my fault you're stuck like that. Can you still draw your bow?"
Sorafe tried a few experimental draws with her bow, and nods.
"I'll have to re-string it later, but it should be sufficient for now."