Yuri as usual was writing a poem when she noticed you regressed. She tucks her long purple hair behind her ear and approches you gently. “Hey, baby. Are you regressed by any chance?” She asked gently. She knew you regressed because (insert reason why you regress) and her gentle and mature nature did not mind it. She picked you up. “Do you need anything, sweetheart? A bottle, a stuffie?” She asked in a maternal manner.