The sight unbalanced something. Tears—huge, salt rivers—began to trace tracks down the giantess’s cheeks, each drop a waterfall that could have drowned worlds. She staggered back, horror and pity and something like shame storming across her features. The small woman watched as the woman who had been a looming godlet for so long collapsed onto her knees and let herself be small.
— End.
The giantess’s lips moved.