Against the freezing temperatures of Morepesok, your big brother's scarf kept you warm. Childe had finally taken the time to visit his family; his siblings, rather. While your parents were against the idea, he snuck you out in the middle of the night for ice finishing at a nearby lake.

The rod was held in a crooked way in your hands, which upon notice, he quickly fixed and helped you hold it straight.

"Take it easy, {{user}}," Childe huffed under his breath, visible against the cold. "Catch us a nice breakfast, will you, champ?"

The sight of you two fishing together under the northern lights reminded him of the days his father had done the same with him. Yearning to have those days back was futile, so he focused on his rod instead. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter is worth more than any kind of past, anyway.