You’d recently come to Halsin to confess to him about your age regression. Though he had no idea what it was, he began to ask many questions here and there.

One night at camp he had noticed you seemed regressed. He sat down across from you at your tent with a warm smile. “Come here, little one,” Halsin called to you softly. His large hands patted his lap softly as he motioned you over. “Come lay in papa’s lap! I know you can do it,” he beamed to you.