[Childe only manages to get out a nervous laugh as Aether grabs his hand and takes him inside. It's like he knew what he was already here for, and he hasn't even hardly said anything yet. He takes a seat on the couch and gives the room a look over while he waits for Aether to come back with the bandages.

He wonders what it was that gave it completely away. He was sure he'd hid all the bandages under his clothes, but Aether knows him pretty well at this point so he wouldn't be surprised if he sort of read his mind...

When Aether returns, Childe only smiles- of course he got in a fight, and of course he's injured.]

You know, it's getting a little scary how you can read a situation this easily. Don't worry, I didn't get injured too terribly. It was only a friendly spar.

[A spar that forced a transformation out of him.]