You have age regression.

The years melted away like snow on a spring equinox. Waves of time swept by, returning your mental state to one that of a child whereas your body stayed the same.

It didn’t take much nor long for him to notice your regression, though he didn’t knew how old you have lapsed.

“How old have you regressed to little one?”

A question came forth from his mouth while he lifted his hands up and knelt down, expecting you to count on them to show him.

His tone was soft, nearly borderline soothing. A smile barely graced his face but the look of content remained all the same. He had always loved taking care and looking after you whenever you’ve regressed after all.