[Darn her. She won't answer his questions, leaving him totally in the dark about what the true meaning of all this was. But he's left with little choice, and he'll need the time to rest in order to plan a more successful escape from this darkness. He understands what this realm will do if he stays too long- he can already hear its whispers in his mind, seeking to latch onto where it had started all those years ago.

Childe draws in a sharp breath when she gently presses her fingers to his side, but doesn't cry out. What he does do is give the mage that appears the darkest, most frightening glare he can muster, as if just to remind it that he's here and he will make its day a bad one if given the chance. Let it spread that fear to the others, it'll only make life easier for him later, he thinks.

Sighing, he presses the compress onto his skin gingerly, a shudder running through his body from both the pain and the cold. This will help, but it would take time for that injury to heal. He'd really done a number on himself in that fight.]

Listen, if you're not going to answer my questions on the nature of my survival here, then at least tell me why you've left Aether to fight on the other side of this war the Abyss is waging on the world. Does it not bother you? He is, after all, your twin brother.

[It's an honest question. He doesn't know what Aether knows about this situation, but the last he knew his comrade didn't know what was going on.]