Oof, Daniel hadn't thought about the stairs. Clearly. Daine might be helpful in getting up them but it would be time-consuming, and probably exhausting on everyone's part.

"Well, being sized down has its perks." He squints at the ceiling as if demanding it to start yielding some suggestions. "If we could just find, I dunno, a mousehole, that could be as good a potential hideout as any." Except the idea of confronting a mouse the size of him is more than a little daunting. Which is assuming that the house itself has been upgraded in size, unless all organic matter has been scaled down on the same calibration and - Daniel should stop trying to weasel some kind of logic into this. Dreams, and especially the Rift's dreams, tend to defy logic by definition.