"It's locked," Corrin told his tiny sister, "we're not getting in there..."
"Don't be too hasty, dear," Camilla said, pointing to the keyhole that was roughly level with where she was standing, "I think the key is in the door."
"Can you get it out somehow?" Corrin asked.
Stepping over to the tips of Corrin's fingers, Camilla pushed her lance into the keyhole, as far as she could manage. She met resistance as her weapon touched the tip of the key but pushed harder. The key fell from the keyhole, a small thud as it hit the ground. But it was on the other side of the door.
"I'll go and get it," Camilla said, "put me down, would you dear?"
Corrin nodded, kneeling down and carefully placing his shrunken sister on the ground. Camilla stepped off the giant hand, approaching the door. Though she was small, the door was close to the floor, so she had to squish herself a bit to get through.

Once she was on the other side of the door, Camilla stood up. She took a moment to look around. There was little of interest in this short section of the hall, the rest of it hidden round another corner. From where she was standing, she could only see immense, blank walls. Camilla considered having a look around the corner for a moment to scout ahead, but decided to get the key instead. Though she was still capable at such a small size, she dreaded being caught again. The metal key dwarfed her tiny body. She certainly wouldn't be able to carry such a thing far. Fortunately she didn't have to. Crouching down, she pushed against the key with all of her strength, moving it towards the door. She turned it, so that the end was pointing towards the door, and moved round to the back of the key. She pushed it from the back with both hands, straining to overcome the friction of the carpet. Once it started to move, the tiny woman had an easier time, moving it mostly under the door. She felt it move slightly in her grip, so she let go. The key was dragged away from her, pulled under the door. She followed quickly afterward.

Emerging from under the door, Camilla looked up to see the giant Corrin.
"Nice job, Camilla!" he said, key in hand, "I guess you don't really need my help after all!"
"Don't be silly," Camilla smiled, "now come on. We don't have time to lose."
Picking up Camilla, Corrin unlocked the door with his other hand. He carefully peered round the door after opening it, checking that the coast was clear.
Camilla watched from her vantage point on Corrin's palm. As he went round the corner, Camilla saw that the hall widened out a bit ahead. Slumped in a chair further down the hall was a Hoshidan spearfighter, his lance resting beside him.

Seeing the enemy, Corrin quickly stepped back, only to realize that he was sleeping.
"Maybe he won't notice us," Corrin said nervously, "we can sneak past."
Camilla shook her head. "Too risky. You still don't have a weapon, so you don't stand a chance if he wakes up."
"Do you have another idea?" Corrin asked.
"Put me down again," Camilla requested, "I'll be able to distract him..."

Corrin carefully crept forward, not wanting to test his luck. Getting as close as he felt comfortable, he crouched down, placing Camilla down on the ground. Camilla took careful steps towards the slumbering giant, weapon at the ready. Seeing him get bigger and bigger as she approached, Camilla fought against every instinct to flee. She could only press on by thinking of her retainers who needed her, still trying not to think about Corrin even though he depended on her too. She neared the chair. Camilla approached the ankle of the giant, on the side of his lance. His garb gave her a clear view of the skin above his foot. She raised her tiny weapon. Looking to Corrin, she gestured for him to approach. Corrin proceeded slowly, aiming for the weapon.

Corrin made it halfway across the hall. A floorboard creaked. The loud noise woke the Hoshidan soldier.
"What the..." he muttered upon seeing the prince, before his instincts kicked in. He reached for his lance.
Down on the floor, Camilla jabbed his ankle as hard as she could. The man cried out in pain. He clutched his ankle, his hands nearly hitting the tiny Camilla. Corrin lunged forward. Seeing his enemy approach, the man went for his lance. As he grabbed it Corrin reached him, pinning the lance to the wall with one hand. With his free hand, Corrin punched the man. Losing his grip on the lance, the man fell down. Corrin lifted his weapon and brought it down on its former owner.

The battle concluded, Corrin withdrew the lance. He turned at what sounded a bit like applause from under the chair.
"Well done, dear," Camilla smiled up at him.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he said. Crouching down, he plucked his sister into the air as she yelped in surprise, "you're really useful like this!" he said, depositing her into his palm.
"I'm glad I could help," Camilla said, "perhaps being this size isn't so bad."
"You can do reconnaissance, find keys, assist in fights... What can't you do?" Corrin humored her.
"Such a sweet child," she smiled, "but we should get going. There could be more guards at any moment."
Corrin nodded. "Right. At least I'm armed now."

As Corrin proceeded, Camilla tried to remember the layout of the mansion. With its weaving corridors, they could easily get lost. Eventually Corrin came across another door. Leaning against it, he listened. He didn't hear anything from within.
"Would you like me to have a look?" Camilla whispered, pointing to the floor.
"No," Corrin said, "it's too risky, I'll go first."