[Childe begins to take his jacket, harness and undershirt off, revealing the bandages that wrap around his torso. It is indeed, not nearly as bad as when he fought Aether in the Golden House, but he also didn't push himself to the edge of exhaustion this time either. Whatever pain he feels now doesn't show on his face, nor does he move as if he's debilitated either.]

You live alone? Huh...I suppose when you live in a city such as this, there's no need to have visitors hide away with you in a conjured, adeptal realm for a time.

[He begins to peel away the old bandages, revealing a few deep grazes that go across his back and some marks and briusing on his chest that show blows he'd taken directly, probably before he transformed and gained his armor.]

But I guess that means if I decide to drop by often, no one will be around take issue.

[And no one to argue against getting Aether to spar with him except Aether himself! Perfect.]