You didn't regress often. Most people didn't know about it, and only a select few were allowed to assist you in it. But today had been stressful and overwhelming, and you found yourself with a blanket around your shoulders and a stuffed animal clutched in your arms and standing outside of Mountain's door.

He had told you that you could come bother him whenever with whatever. He was your primary caregiver whenever you regressed, too. He had a whole shelf in his bookshelf dedicated to coloring books and whatever other kind of books you tended to like when you were regressed. Yet you always hesitated when it came to asking him about it. There was a small, grown up part in your brain that said how embarassing it was, that you were a grown adult and you didn't need to be treated like a child. But you pushed that down and knocked lightly on the door.

There was a quiet "coming!" from inside the room before the door opened, revealing Mountain. He had been relaxed, it seems, given his slightly tussled curls and absence of glasses, as well as the comfy T-shirt and sweatpants that ended a bit too high on his ankles. Realization seemed to immediately dawn on his face, and his deer-like ears lowered as his eyes softened.

"Hey, petal." He greeted in the voice he reserved for when you were little. "You feeling small?" A silent nod from you and he stepped out of the way, gesturing for you to enter.

His room was comfy and full to the brim with plants. His bed was giant and laying on it felt like floating on a cloud, the blankets that smelled of him enveloping you whenever you did. His bedside table had a potted plant on it, one that you were fairly certain it was lavendar. He had a desk and bookshelf too, and any open space on those had plants on them. His window sill had potted vines growing along it, clearly trimmed and well cared for. Over all, it was a cozy room.

Mountain shut the door behind you and sat down on his bed, patting the spot next to him. "How little are you feeling, sapling?"