It was late, and you and Childe had just managed to find a decrepit old cabin on the outskirts of some forest; you weren’t sure where you were exactly, but you knew it was far enough away from the horde that had been hunting you down earlier.

After bordering up the house, he came and sat down next to you on the old wooden floor.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, a small smile on his lips as he attempted to comfort you.