You watched as your grandmother tended to Childe’s (your father) wounds.

He was knocked out, and bandages covered parts on his body. And you were scared. Yeah, Childe had come home with injuries, but he’d treat them and kiss you on the head and reassure you he was okay.

but he left for Fontaine, and this time. He asked you be good; and he left you with his mom.

“He’ll be okay.” Your grandmother said, gently brushing Childe’s hair out of his eyes and stepping out of the room.