Carolyn nodded, already heading up the stairs.

Fiona had hoisted the napping Estelle into the stroller and said "I'll watch things down here. You go take care of business."

Upstairs, Carolyn made a beeline for Parry's bedroom- he'd had the witches over for wine and Game of Thrones parties more than once, and those always devolved into tipsy fashion shows in his bedroom. Parry had a few swords hanging from the walls but there was only one in a spot where Estelle could grab it. An old, beat up iron blade. Nothing very special on first glance, but it was extremely old.

She leaned over the blade on the laundry pile, careful not to touch it while she reached into her own child's supply bag. Carolyn removed a canister of baby powder, sprinkled a small pile in her hand, and poured it over the blade.

Bingo.

"I've got something," Carolyn said. "There's a runic inscription here. It looks..." Carolyn extended an arm and picked up the sword.

And nothing happened.

"Yep. This is a targeted curse charm. Kind of like a voodoo doll. It has to be inscribed on a very personal item to take effect. But this isn't witch magic. Estelle wouldn't be able to do this sort of charm on her own. [i]I'd[/i] never be able to do it- or permanently undo it." Carolyn had to guess that was Rikive's next question, but she did hold up a hand. "I [i]can[/i] whip up a growth potion real quick. Maybe get him to a talking age. But that'll only last for a few hours and if anything, it'll speed up his transition to an, ah, permanently young state."