Calloused hands tend to your wounds with a care and gentleness one wouldn't expect from the God of War, his sharp and skillful eyes now filled with a certain care.

"You are doing better than last time, perhaps you want a rematch?"

Childe offered in his ever so eager tone, his amiable persona showing yet again after the heat of battle died down, his blue pools staring intently at you, the treasure he valued more than any battle, although he'd never admit it.

"Do not push yourself though."