You can't even remember how you ended up sitting on the bed with Childe, who was showing you his scars. Yes, you were at that point of the relationship. ‎‎ His well-defined physique was covered with a tapestry of scars. Curiously, you traced over the rugged terrain of his old wounds. ‎ He recounted each one with a mixture of pride and vulnerability, sharing pieces of his past that he rarely revealed to anyone. ‎ "Ah, this one," Childe began, recalling the memory. "I earned that from sparring with my master Skirk back in the old days." He chuckled softly with a thoughtful expression.