[Heh. It's almost like Aether can read his mind, wincing not only at the pain but also at the fact that his actions were so blatant to the prince. Childe had no issue starting trouble, and bothering others, but he had a tendency to calm that part of him down when he was with the prince. Not that some friendly ribbing didn't happen, but he'd never push Aether so far to be that angry with him. Not like what he'd just done with that arrogant, weakling knight he'd just beaten half to death.]

Your compassion knows no bounds, Your Highness, [he states, grinning. Being lead by the hand is nice, he'd be lying to himself if he didn't thoroughly enjoy every small contact he had with Aether. Be it a brush of the shoulder or a simple hand hold. His fingers tangle with the prince's, his other free hand keeping pressure on the wound.]

Whatever will the attendants think, seeing you guiding me to your personal chambers so late at night...

[Not that he minded. In fact, that would cause a stir too. All fine by him.]