The astonished Sansa could not help but to have her mouth agape at the sight of her now diminutive sister.
"Would you shut your trap and put me down before you drop me" she barked up to her, getting Sansa to instantly shut it.
"Oh sorry" she exclaimed and put Arya down on the bed with her clothes pile and crouched down next to it so she could talk to her face to face. She still could not believe the that her sister who was formerly almost up to her shoulder was now the size of the doll her father Ned had given to her all those years ago in Kings Landing, but here she was sitting in a pile of her clothes talking to her as if this was a normal situation.
"So how did this happen? Is it some form of magic? Cause Jon was telling me about the Whites and the Red Priestess..." Sansa trailing into a rant to somehow explain this madness.
"Sansa!, yelled Arya getting her out of her rant and back to the situation at hand. "I don't know how but it was something in the vial, you need to help me get back to normal", said Arya before pausing for a moment,
"You didn't drink anything from the vial or see one in your room did you?"
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