[The knight's eyes widen for a moment. He can't just say that and move onto the topic of hunting just like that. Childe shakes his head, backing this conversation up to that before he even dares think about hunting any boars.]

Wait just a moment. I won't have you losing your head in case I lose mine. You have to live on, and I won't accept that answer from you.

[He's beyond flattered that Aether would say such a thing with conviction, but he could never allow it to happen. Is it romantic? Yes, but Childe's selfishness stops at a certain point. That is definitely one of those points.]

Is that understood? Or else I'll be coming up with a plan to get us both out of the woods.

[Which, knowing Childe, will happen anyway.]