445 Pretty Sure!

"Who are you?" asked Bianca, looking with fear at the grey skinned woman. 

The woman was tall with bony hands. She was wearing a long yellow tunic and white breeches. Og'drath," said the woman. She placed the tray and the doll on the floor and removed the shackles from her hands. "Eat your food," she said after settling near her and picking up her doll back.

When Bianca brought her hands, she saw that they had become tiny. She was again so small. 

The little Bianca looked at the tray of food. Hungry as hell, she ate the fruits in it. "I want to go out. Can you help me?" 

The woman's yellow eyes made her shudder. Her frail pale arms were holding a small baby. No, a doll, which she rocked back and forth. She stared with a vacant expression in the distance. A sob caught her in her throat and she pressed her mouth to block the sound.