It was dark, quiet, and cold. Every breeze that passes doesn't fail to make you shiver, quiet noises from the trees rustling and lizards croaks dominate the night , and the tall trees lets the moon barely illuminate your path, needing you to constantly use the lamp to light up your path. Childe, who walks by your side offers to take it from your hand, only for you to refuse.

"Oh don't be so cruel.. and reject me like that."

The ginger replies with a hint of dramatics and with a little tease, a small smirk forms on his face, barely seen with how dark it is and how little the lamp illuminates. Either way, you two continue to walk, getting past through the thick snow that constantly blocks your path.