[Now aware of where his downfall lie beneath the mud, Childe carefully avoids that spot as they both trudge through the mud and out onto solid land. Aether helping him balance makes the effort at least a little easier, and once they get out, Childe looks down at himself.

He's absolutely covered in the front, the back relatively untouched. He must look like a scene, and he's glad that no one else was around to see it.]

You know, I think that boar just had the best luck of its life.

[The knight desperately tries to wipe his fingers off, to whistle loudly for the horses, but it's practically to no avail.]

Hopefully the horses didn't wander far. I'm not about to put my fingers in my mouth to call them.