Childe slings his bow over his shoulder and lets out a long, deep sigh. His training today had been intense, enough to actually tire him out a little bit—but it was all worth it. Now he could finally take it slow and enjoy the rest of his day off.

The Harbinger begins the walk back home before hearing something; he quickly turns around to face where the noise had come from, preparing to draw his weapon. He could go for another battle. "Who's there?"