"You're not hurt, are you?" Childe is so very cautious as he moves towards you, his arms outstretched as he rakes his eyes over your frame, searching for any wounds, scars -- anything that would let him know you're harmed.

He's a bit too overprotective lately; knowing that you're carrying his child, it's as if his instincts to protect have gotten worse.

It doesn't help his situation that he's covered in the blood of the hilichurl that tried to harm you on your outing.