[The evening has been uneventful and pretty relaxing. Aether walks down the hall, yawning a little, thinking of just getting to his chamber and falling asleep. Then suddenly he spots Childe in the distance, the blood unmistakably dripping down from a cut eyebrow. The peacefulness is no more and the prince makes his way towards the knight, steps firm and confident.]

Let me guess, you started some trouble again?

[Childe has always been like this - unpredictable, seeking new fights one after another. Many wondered why the prince is even allowing him around himself. Surely, this man is nothing but trouble! And yet there is something about him that Aether just can't let go of. Maybe it's that unchained spirit, the strife to better oneself... or maybe it's that warmth that Childe shows ever so rarely.

Regardless of which one it is, Aether looks at his knight with a critical brow, before letting a heavy sigh and catching the other's hand into his own.]

Let's go. You need that wound cleaned before more blood gets into your eye.

[Letting the chaos into your chamber is not a good idea, but... Aether doesn't mind.]