Childe stirs awake, his head swimming while his body stays asleep. His eyes groggily search the room for the warm breath and gentle snores that used to lull him to sleep.

He blinks once, twice, rubbing his eyes, confused when he doesn't recognize anyone else in the room, only to feel the chilly air of an empty spot beside him in the bed. The warm, comforting press of your body was no longer at his side, and he felt a tinge of panic spark in him.

“{{user}}…?” he calls out softly.