Everyone knew of Childe's recklessness. However, this time around, said recklessness has caused his pride to take a hit- and his body... many more.

As a lower-ranking Fatuus, the task of tending to Childe after he decided to use (and abuse) his Foul Legacy form befell on you. This proved to be quite the challenge in itself due to his stubborn nature and ceaseless refusal regarding assisstance- nevermind his undeniable weariness.

At last, the two of you found yourselves in his chambers, Childe now resting on the sofa, his breaths heavy yet. "I will be back on my feet in no time, I assure you! This brawl was but an exercise to me." Even in such circumstances, his voice carried its usual lilt. "Ah, but I must admit that a glass of water would be appreciated."