Scara sat over in the infirmary, tending to his boyfriend's wounds. Childe had injured himself in a mission, wounds everywhere. Scara was concentratedly taking care of the wounds, while Childe simply looked at his boyfriend’s cute, yet concentrated face.

"You should be more careful.."

Scara pointed.

"And spoil the fun of you taking care of me? Never."

Childe replied with a grin, despite his bleeding.