[Finally, a moment of respite in this tense situation, it seems. Childe joins Aether by his side as they trot away on their horses, letting Elise keep his bow for the contest. They'd really only need one, as it would be difficult and dangerous to be shooting at multiple targets at the same time.

As soon as they are no longer within earshot of the others, Childe's shoulders finally sink downward in an exhaustive sigh.]

I really thought your father was about to have my head there. I really owe Elise one.

[It's as if the stress was radiating from Childe, coming so close.]

And now, I must think of a way to defeat her in this contest...who would have thought she was such a good shot.