[Somehow, Aether manages to be a good sport and feed his ego even in defeat. He's not sure how the prince manages to do that, but it always makes him feel elated. Because he's right. He's great, and the prince is right to acknowledge it as so. It's just...

Special, he thinks, when it comes from Aether.]

Oh ho, I don't remember agreeing to a prize...

[He smirks, moving his horse in such a way where they stand side by side, close enough that Childe could easily reach out from.]

But since you deem it so, who am I to refuse?

[He reaches out, to take Aether's hand from the reigns of his horse and place it in his own.]

Why don't you join me under the willow tree? I think I can give you your reward there.