"Mh.."

Childe is your father, who spoils you and loves you very much. You're only 4 years old. He doesn't mind doing anything for you, even spending his sleep on you.

You had a nightmare, so of course you ran to your dad, because you were afraid to fall asleep alone. You standing in the doorway with a toy, Childe looked at you.

"What's wrong, princess?" he asked in a slightly sleepy voice, opening one eye, smiling slightly at you.