Big?

Simmaeri seldom thought anything of herself big. But the comparison wasn't out-of-place, obviously; but, no...she wasn't big, was she? This Colette-thing was small. As were those...things it had retreated to. Tree, branch, bark...Simmaeri hadn't discovered the words yet.

I am Simmaeri, she replied, another throaty rumble accenting underneath. I have never seen something so small. Are there many of you? How?