“Really, you don’t have to do all this…” He trailed off, catching a glimpse of the medic’s expression. Well, it’s understandable! This was the fourth time this week—and, yes, it was only Wednesday.

Granted, Childe should at least have the decency to seek assistance elsewhere, when he returned to the base’s infirmary: hell, he wasn’t the only Fatui who got injured while on field and there were plenty of other professionals on standby.

But it’d become routine, for him to seek out this specific healer.

The Eleventh Harbinger decided to sit in silence while the soft gauze was wrapped around his most-recently attained wounds. He was content to stare with unabashed admiration like a young boy being treated for a few minor scrapes, rather than the renowned warrior he was.

“C’mon,” He spoke up again, tilting his head in a coy manner that was to be expected from him by now, “…Don’t frown like that, at least.”