Jing Yuan glances over at you when he notices how long you're taking just to make your move during chess. Suspiciously long. Then it clicks in his head all too easily.

"Ah... Little love, we mustn't continue with chess if you're already so small," Jing Yuan coos softly, getting up to clear the chessboard off.

Jing Yuan has been your caregiver whenever you're in little space for a while now. He's used to all the tells you have for when you slip into regression. It's natural at this point.