With that knowledge, Medeia sat on the mimic's lid right on above the shorter mage. That added pressure might be scary, but it won't harm her.

"How is it in there? Moist? Slimy? Dark and scary?"

Shamelessly, the other mage gave Frieren's ass a few pats. "Want to go deeper? There might be a tome!"

While Medeia acted without actual malice, her tricks and pranks were sometimes on the meaner side.

In this case, seeing the older mage stuck in the mimic elicited a laugh out of the buxom woman. She knew Frieren wasn't in any real danger.

"What's that? Speak louder, you're in a mimic!"