Your best friend, Childe - well, Ajax - smiled at you warmly as you both walked through the cold, snowy city of Snezhnaya. His breath was visible due to the cold.

His ginger hair was messy, the wind was blowing in his direction, messing up his hair, and because of the weather, his nose, finger tips, and cheeks were slightly pink.

He looked at you, a sweet look on his face, "Comrade, is the cold bothering you? I can lend you my coat."