Darrin appeared to be shrinking by the minute at this rate, and Cate was gladder than she'd ever been to be in a sick bay.  The sleepy little tot stared up at her with wide heavy eyes searching for a comforting shoulder to nod off on.  She wasted no time in offering her arms and scooping him up, finding that her slightly curvier hips made a perfect perch for the child to rest on as her left arm supported his bum and her right held the upper part of his back securely to her.<br/><br/>Cate's blue-green eyes, once sharp but now somewhat fuzzied in their vision, quickly searched out the Doctor ... and disturbingly found a much older woman in her place, albeit still beautiful.  The ensign may have missed her completely were it not for the pips on her collar identifying her as Lieutenant.  Other members of the crew also had aged severely, perhaps she herself should not complain.  And then there were those who were regressing, none though it seemed as fast as Darrin, which made her far more concerned.<br/><br/>There was a quickness in her step she didn't think she was still capable of as she rushed over to Sahara.  "Oh Doctor," Cate said, her voice notable more flinty and a hair deeper than it had been when she was at her correct age, "Our Comm Officer seems to be de-aging so rapidly ... I thought I had better bring him down."  Regardless of her worry she attempted to keep Darrin still and hold him gently, knowing whatever might be done to help him could be quite frightening for a toddler.  It was probably best to let him sleep as much as he could.  Her eyes drifted down to his still little form and she felt so incredibly helpless.  It was ironic, she had always thought age would bring a greater feeling of capability and control, this was anything but.  Cate looked back to the doctor for some sort of direction, knowing it was an unfair burden someone in her position had to bare.