There was a bright flash but the long fingers still managed to reach and close around Jasper's tiny body. He let go of the locket, defeated. Apparently Anya's magic was only good for turning him into a mouse and not much else. The rebel brought the changed prince up to his face with a smile. The truth of the rodent's identity would be clear to any fool. Jasper braced himself.
"Wow! A red furred mouse. What a rare find." Jasper felt his head being gently stroked. He did not understand what was going on. Was he being mocked? This boy really seemed to not put two and two together. Then he realized the amulet must have actually worked to protect him! The perspective of the rebel must have been magically shifted to convince him that Jasper really was an ordinary, if slightly unusual, mouse. He breathed a sigh of relief as his identity remained a secret.
Without warning, the rebel opened a pouch at his side and placed Jasper in it among a strongly scented stash of tobacco. Jasper disliked pipe weed, but it was not terrible when not burning. He nudged at the lid of his container with his pointed nose finding it clasped shut. The pack and contents jostled around with the giant's movements. Jasper's relief was quickly being replaced with annoyance. Sure he was not discovered, but that also meant he was being treated like an ordinary mouse.
Jasper was sure the amulet worked, just in unpredictable ways. He had to get his hands... paws on it quickly. He had not seen if the rebel had continued to retrieve it or if the shift in his mind had caused him to leave it behind. With little else to do at the moment, Jasper flopped his back onto the earthy bedding and inspected his body. The strands of light that dimly lit the pouch showed his fur was the same royal red as his human hair. Though he did have some white patches below his neck. His pointed nose and whiskers twitched and gave him incredible awareness to his surroundings which were wasted on the dull smelly space he was occupying. The pink tail was so strange to look at and feel moving by his will. It was also strange to see his reassuring but unfamiliar manhood. Proportionally, he felt quite proud of the size of his testicles. They might technically be much smaller, but they were impressive from this perspective.
Once Jasper was feeling more comfortable with his rodent body, light streamed in from above. The pouch was open and a big hand was reaching into the pouch. It grasped him firmly. Jasper was a bit less frightened at being grabbed this time. He glanced around at his surroundings. Nervously trying see what was going on and where Anya's locket was.