Childe was apparently trying to just “build his tolerance to the cold.” Though, was lying down in the snow really necessary? No.

Because now here he was, lying in bed with a cold. And somehow… somehow he was still acting prideful about training himself by burying himself in thick snow??

His nose and cheeks were flushed pink and his constant sniffles were a sign that this was an idiotic idea. Yet now it was your job to take care of him…