“Wow. You might need to restock these, Sharon”

A low but still very noticeable mental groan could almost be felt emanating from the smaller High Elf on Liaena's shoulder as she entered into the (now posthumously) room o jam.

Sharon said nothing, but merely gazed at the rows upon rows of empty or missing bottles of jam, half of which lay scattered across the floor in an unceremonious fashion. Indeed, the Night Elves had apparently not afforded even the jam any more mercy than they had the wine storage by the looks of it! The mage could only dread the number at the end of the bill once everything had been refilled.

Perhaps it might even be better just to let Friedrick burn said bill before he could even see it.

“It’s the antidote. Take it. I don’t want to mislay you down here”

"I think there are worse places you could mislay me. And you don't have to leave the house to find them." Sharon said half-jokingly, half concerned as he threw a quick glance around before he accepted the potion.

Moments later, he would stand back at his full, very-much-so normal and not-pocket-sized stature. Taking a moment to tidy up his deep azure blue robe and adjust the mithril chestplate under it so that it sat properly, the blond haired High Elf would step over to where Liaena was working not far from the unconscious body of the large Death Knight. As he came close enough, he would extend his staff wielding arm and a bit of his cloak as well as he wrapped it around Liaena as she was working, before speaking as he looked towards her.

"I think you did really well today, Liaena. My brother has made this life anything but easy... no matter how much you may make it seem the exact opposite sometimes. I really appreciate having you by my side, Liaena." He smiled, simply taking a moment where he simply looked at her.

That attention however would be broken by a low groan emanating from the now half-sleeping Draenei as she shuffled somewhat around on the floor, slowly recovering from her sleep.

Casting a look between Liaena and Malizia, Sharon would reach into his arcane pouch hanging at his side with his other hand to produce a pair of handcuffs made out of Thorium, with some mystical magical runes written into them. 

"I got some anti-mage cuffs that could prevent her from casting any spells... " Sharon explained as he held them up in front of Liaena with a slight grin, before suffering the inevitably stare that any man outside of law enforcement would receive when casually revealing himself to be carrying handcuffs.
"You never know when they might come in handy... totally not a souvenir from my academy time in Dalaran, no... "

...

"Anyhow!" Brushing past the awkward silence, he'd look back at Liaena.
"They would block her spells, but I don't think you'd be able to shrink them. So we are going to have to make a choice, whether we want to contend with a shackled 8ft tall martial monstrosity of death - literally -, or a shrunk adept student of some of the darkest magic known to mortals and deities alike."

Nodding, he'd gaze slightly away.

"Just like... whichever option you'd feel the most comfortable with."