You are a sizeshifter, one who struggled to maintain a size smaller than your giant form, so it came as a shock to both you, and your best friend when in your grief, your size began to dwindle, not stopping until you were about the size of his finger. “Come here,” he cooed, and gestured for you to come forward. Marcus’s expression softened when he saw you made no move to go near him, Instead, he slowly brought his hand over to you, and gingerly place a finger on your back. He was kneeling on the short grass.