[ Gray has seen plenty of blackbirds as a normal-sized person, but it's another thing trying to identify one that's coming at her like an airborne skyscraper... so she's grateful for Byleth's quick ID on it.
He'll catch Gray skidding and hopping between blades of grass until she touches down nearby. She's mindful to use the grass as cover as she unstraps the lone weapon that got shrunk along with her: a no-nonsense glaive. She glances to Byleth, expression solemn. ]
It might be trouble if it finds the rest of the camp...
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He'll catch Gray skidding and hopping between blades of grass until she touches down nearby. She's mindful to use the grass as cover as she unstraps the lone weapon that got shrunk along with her: a no-nonsense glaive. She glances to Byleth, expression solemn. ]
It might be trouble if it finds the rest of the camp...