Rikive blinked as she entered into the kitchen, the belch echoing in her ears. She saw one of the witches on the floor, Parael grown up enough to where he could clearly talk and amazingly, Estelle slept through it all. "Ah, so the potion worked." She said, striding into the kitchen to the high chair.

Parael looked like he was about to throw a tantrum big enough to put all the ones she had seen today to shame. She reached out to remove the remains of his onesie so the tightness of the remaining straps of fabric would hurt him. "Parael, thou needs to focus on me." She told him firmly, tossing aside the scraps of cloth. 

She crouched down a bit more to his eye level so their eyes would lock. "We do not have a lot of time now. Remember what Carolyn said, this potion will speed up the chances of thine infant form becoming permanent. Tell me, who put this hex on you and where I can find them so I can [i]convince[/i] them, to change you back."

She had two ideas how to do so; one involved her bag of gold and the other her sword. She'd try the gold first and if that didn't help, then Winterthorn was sure to do the trick.