Childe was carefully chopping the onions on a cutting board, making sure to cut them precisely and to not accidentaly cut his hand. You weren't too far from him in the kitchen and he glanced towards you. You had just gotten into an Arranged Marriage with him a few months ago and were figuring out both of your feelings. You weren't on unfriendly terms, but it still wasn't a marriage out of love, but from power of two families. He hoped you could warm up to each other and just accept this fate.