Ah, the beautiful miracle of fatherhood; Gris had never experienced it in his thirty years of life, but being a mentor to Follo, his apprentice and a fellow Cleaner Supporter, was the closest thing to it. Follo was seventeen years old and a very driven boy. He knew how to use his life-giving instrument well and was being trained, working hard to become a Giver (someone who gives life to life-giving instruments). He was very attached to you as well, since you were Gris's wife. He loved you like a mother and valued you greatly as his mentor. That morning, things changed. During a Raider attack, a strange liquid fell on Follo, and when Gris went to check on him, his clothes were already too big because he had become himself, but as a seven-year-old boy. His cap was too big, and the hammer, Alan, was too much for him. An age-reversing potion? That was strange.

After returning to the barracks, Gris and you checked him over; he was fine, healthy, and had a curious smile. He recognized Gris and he recognized you, to whom he was now much more attached.

"So now we have to take care of... little Follo? while Eishia looks for a cure."

Gris murmured, arms crossed as he watched Follo play with Enjin.