The next few minutes of Camilla's life were the worst that she could remember. Shrunk, trapped and utterly powerless, all she could do is watch as the elderly woman struck Corrin again and again. Moments seemed like eternity for the tiny princess as she dwindled smaller and smaller. Through tears, she pleaded for the woman to stop. But she would not listen, extracting revenge from those she thought had wronged her.

There was a knock at the door.
"What is it?!" yelled the old hag, clearly not pleased with having her vengeance interrupted.
"E-excuse me, my lady, but there's something downstairs that needs your attention!" the soldier nervously informed his employer.
"It can wait!" she shouted, turning back to her captives.
"F-forgive me," he stuttered, "but it really can't! It's the other prisoners!"
Camilla looked up, feeling hope for the first time in what felt like forever. Had her retainers found a way to escape?
The old woman sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Obviously you lot can't think for yourselves." She followed the soldier out of the room, closing the door behind her. A click sounded as she locked the door from outside.

"Corrin! Corrin!" Camilla called out, "are you all right? Speak to me!"
"Don't worry about me," Corrin replied. His face was littered with bruises, but Camilla didn't think he'd suffered anything life threatening.
"My poor boy..." Camilla cried, "I'll make sure she pays for this." She stood up to her full height. Taking a step back, she threw herself against the side of the bottle, towards the edge of the armrest. She winced at the impact, but stepped back and tried again.
"Camilla? What are you doing?" Corrin asked.
"I'll get you out of here," Camilla replied, "that's all you need to know."
Corrin realized her objective. He looked down to the floor, where he expected the bottle to fall. A long drop, but would it break the bottle? They were on a rug, so probably not. He was glad; he didn't want Camilla to be injured on the broken glass. Though knowing her, she hadn't worried about that. Agreeing with her unspoken plan, Corrin jostled about as much as he could, shifting his body to the side. With the giant's assistance, Camilla was able to reach the edge.

The bottle fell to the ground, landing with a thud. Camilla's body hit the side of the glass rather painfully, but she got herself up quickly. With her prison lying on its side, it was easy for Camilla to escape. The old woman hadn't bothered to put a cork in the bottle, so Camilla could simply leave via the neck of the bottle. She dragged a pile of the cloth out with her. She chose a small black piece of fabric, wrapping it round herself and fashioning it into a dress. While she didn't particularly care about being nude, she would probably get cold after a while.
"Camilla!" Corrin shouted from above, "are you all right?" He couldn't see his shrunken sister from where he was sitting.
"Yes, I'm fine," Camilla answered, "hold still, I'll untie your ankles."
Camilla walked over to Corrin's giant foot. It was hard not to think about him when staring at a part of his massive body part, but Camilla tried pretending she was untying a mount instead. A horse, or perhaps her own wyvern. The knot was tough for such a small woman to untie, but she was just about able to get it loose using both of her arms. Once the first foot was free, she wasted no time in heading to the other. She was slightly quicker on the second attempt, now knowing the best way to get the knot undone. Corrin helped, kicking his foot away when he felt the string becoming loose.

"Get back," Corrin instructed, both legs free. Camilla scuttled under the chair to the other side, placing some distance between her and her giant brother. Bringing his legs in, Corrin stood on the seat of the chair, pulling his arms from behind the backrest. He stepped back down to the floor, now liberated from the chair, but his arms were still tied together. He walked round the chair, carefully studying the floor as he went. Spotting his minuscule sister, he turned his back to her and sat down on the floor, his wrists held out behind his back.
Camilla smiled. "Don't worry Corrin, I'll have your hands free in a moment."
"Thanks Camilla," Corrin said, "I can always count on you!"
Camilla couldn't reach the rope, so she had to step onto Corrin's hands. She tried not to think about how much bigger they were than her entire body. She had shrunk a bit since getting out of the bottle—now there were only about three inches of her left. The sight of Corrin's wrists was upsetting, some bruising visible from when he had tried to pull himself free. Untying the hands was harder for the downsized girl, but she eventually pulled the rope free.
"All done," she said, stepping off the giant hands. Corrin brought his hands to his front, testing his grip. He turned round, which was quite startling for Camilla. To her, it was like watching an entire mountain move.
"Thank you, Camilla."
"Any time, dear," she looked around the room from her low vantage point, "though I'm not sure where we go from here."
Corrin stood up. His motion alone was almost enough to knock the tiny Camilla over. She stumbled about as he walked to the door, trying the handle.
"No good. She's locked it. Though I could probably break it down..." Corrin thought.
"That won't do," Camilla said, "you would make quite a loud noise. The guards would be on you straight away."
"I suppose," Corrin agreed, "I don't have my weapon, so I wouldn't be very good in a fight."
"Leave it to me," Camilla said. Surprised, Corrin turned round, staring down at his sister.
"How will you do any better?" he asked, "you're the size of a mouse!"
Camilla smirked, a confident look on her face despite her lack of height. "Just leave it to your little big sister."
"You have an idea?"
"Of course," Camilla walked to the door, "there's a gap at the bottom of the door. I think I can squeeze through."
Corrin crouched down, seeing the same gap. "You're right. No wonder it's so drafty in here!"
"I'll go under the door and look for a key. Then you'll be able to get out!" Camilla cheered.
"Well... It'll be dangerous, but I suppose if anyone can pull it off, you can," Corrin said.
"I'll just have to be as quiet as a mouse," Camilla chuckled, "more Beruka's sort of thing, but I'll give it a go."
"I'll be ready. Good luck, Camilla."
"Don't you worry," Camilla said. Corrin gently stroked the top of her head with his finger, surprising the tiny girl. But she was very glad he did, smiling up at the giant man.
"Be careful," Corrin said.
"I will be. I'll see you soon!" She waved, before lying down and rolling under the door. Corrin watched her leave, and sighed. He hoped that would not be the last time he would ever see Camilla.

On the other side of the door, Camilla found herself in a giant hall. In reality it was a mere corridor, but it was huge to the shrunken Camilla. She stood up, looking around as she brushed at her hair using her hands. Rolling on the ground had mussed up her long purple locks. At one end of the corridor were stairs. She ruled out heading down there for now, it would likely take quite some time for someone her size and there was no guarantee she would be able to get back up. In the other direction she could see a bend in the corridor. She decided to start looking through the rooms for the key. Before that, she looked up towards the doorhandle above her head. She had hoped the key would be left in the lock, but no such luck.

Camilla walked down the corridor. She was in a hurry, but she didn't want to tire herself out. It would most certainly be difficult finding the key at such a tiny size. She neared a door, with similar ground clearance to the bedroom door. The first room to search, she decided. She laid down on the floor and proceeded to shuffle inside.