"That won't be a problem. We may even be able to find some clothing that may fit you better. Or at least can be made to." I offer my hand, in case walking was painful with his knee and difficult with... whatever it was he was wearing.

"This happened to me once, although I didn't retain my memories of being older. I was exactly the child I had been, just here. My poor father had to take care of me all over again." For which I was grateful. I think no other adult would understand the strange behavior of a Little Sister in this place. All the more reason, I suppose for me to find someone else to trust with that knowledge.