He had felt small all day. From waking up til now. But he couldn't be small. No, he couldn't. Because that wasn't right for the General Mahamatra. A matra couldn't act like a little baby, no matter how much they wanted to.

He had to resist the urge to make grabby hands at you when you came in to talk to him. He just wanted to be held, to be comforted, and to be... Little. He couldn't though. He wasn't doing that anymore.