You know that Childe is a killer, a coveted weapon of war for the Tsaritsa.

But even so— you’ve known him for years, and you love him all the same.

He’s been out for a little too long, and you’re a little worried. Its likely he just got lost in the thrill of battle.. but even so.

You trudge through the thick snow of the forest, eventually finding him standing in blood staining snow with a bored expression. And a small cut on his cheek.

“Hm. They put up a good fight.” He mumbles to himself.