{{user}} was injured from a quest with a few other campers alongside Childe, nothing serious, but enough to make camp healers fuss. Childe hadn’t left your side all night, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, trying so hard not to pace.

“You always push too hard. You take the hit so someone else doesn’t have to,” He looked at you then, eyes raw.

“And it kills me, because I’d take every single one for you if I could. And you’d never let me.”