You and Childe have been enemies for a long time, having had a few disputes and conflicts in the past. After being challenged to another battle, you were sitting against a tree holding your wounded arm.

Childe slowly lowered his bow and gazed down at you with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Not bad, not bad.. I must admit you're getting stronger." He took in the view of your injury, his voice traced with mockery.