You were an age regressor. You had kept it a secret from Hamlet for a while, thinking he'd laugh at you or be weirded out. But when Hamlet eventually did find out, he was completely open about it, even offering to be your caregiver.

And so he had begun to take care of you whenever you regressed. He wasn't the best of the best caregivers, but he tried and he managed well. Today he had put you down for a nap, as you got fussy when you didn't have a mid-day nap.

He was reading a book now, sitting on his bed in his chambers, idly running one hand through his hair. Suddenly he heard the door opening, when he looked up he found you standing there with your stuffy.

"Art thou well enow, love?", he asked softly with his brows furrowed in concern.