"Oh gods what have we done."
Robin was almost frozen in place, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, staring down at a considerably shorter Henry.
One the other hand, the mage was cackling in glee, all too amused with this turn of events. "Awh look! I'm even cuter than before!" Twirling around, he stuck out his hand, the tome he was clutching comically large, and let out a blast of fire, charring everything in front of them. "And just as deadly! Nyahaha!"
At this point the tactician was pinching the bridge of his nose. At least Henry still acted the same. Though, now the mage's slightly childish behavior was all the more fitting. Whatever their spell had done, it had turned Henry into a child. If Robin was to stick an age, he'd go with 10. Staring at the burning wreckage before them, he almost pleaded with the mage. "Please tell me this wears off."
Patting the tactician's arm reassuringly, though he could only reach his elbow, Henry grinned. "I'd give it a day, tops. Spells like these aren't meant to last."
Robin sighed with relief. He wasn't sure if he was ready to take care of a child. Even the future children were proving to be a handful, and they were all supposed to be the same age as their parents. Glancing down at Henry, he saw that the mage had hefted another tome up, already scoping out his next target.
"Oh no." Scooping up Henry in one arm, and taking the tome in another, Robin separated the two. "No more fires."
From where he was hanging, Henry pouted. "But it was lighting this time."
"None of that either. Or wind or any other magic." Robin kept Henry from protesting. "We can't have a child destroying camp. How would I even explain all this?"
"I'm about Ricken's height. No one would notice!" Henry swung his legs back and forth, wiggling to free himself. His arms were proving to be rather weak and after a few tugs, he decided that he wasn't going to be able to free himself. "I'm older than you and this is how you treat me?"
Robin didn't even bother answering. If he left the mage unattended, he was certain that there would a considerable amount of havoc around camp. He resigned himself to his new task before an idea struck him. "Say. You wouldn't happen to know where Frederick is, would you?"
AN: Return of the royal nanny.