By now she'd managed to walk, although not very confidently, and she could say a few words. They were the typical baby words, like hungry, mom, and dad.
My own mental health on the other hand was deteriorating. I was bored beyond what words could possibly describe. I know it sounds like I'm whining, but this was just a plain horrible experience. No one should be forced to experience what it is to be an inactive baby while having the mind of an adult. What's more was that my situation was even worse since I couldn't even move, only follow along with whatever Iris wanted. If I could, I would've grabbed a book, even a children's book, and read it or something like that, but even such actions were forbidden from me.
To cope with this hardship I've basically moved back into my mental shell where I replayed memories of both my current primordial and past human life on repeat.
