The playground has taken its toll on Samandriel as well, though not quite the same way as it has Michael. His memories are still intact, his own age unaffected--it's simply his vessel that grew younger. And he's found himself stuck this way for a few days now, though he's supposed the entire time that it's perhaps not as bad an effect as he could have been given. As much as he dislikes being so small.

Having decided that it's a good idea to check in with Michael from time to time, to keep himself in the archangel's good graces and avoid getting on his bad side, he goes searching. Keeping up with Michael also gives him a sense of structure, similar to that of Heaven, which he's used to having and honestly prefers to have.

It doesn't take long to locate Michael, but as Samandriel approaches, he realizes something is...off. As he lands before the playground, it becomes clear just what that is. The archangel's vessel as de-aged, quite like his own, but also... Something about Michael himself is different, as well. He's...younger. Much younger. The playground has had a much stronger effect on him, and that's startling to the younger angel.

"Michael?" He asks carefully, stepping toward his brother, uncertain of what to do with this. It's certainly a new experience he never thought he'd find himself dealing with. "Are you...alright?"