[It's unfortunate that he can't stay this way with him forever, his head moving to hang over Aether's shoulder as he presses the side of it against the prince's head. It's as if he can feel some of the stresses of the last few weeks or so flood out of him, exhaling heavily as he reluctantly breaks from the embrace. It's alright, he's got the rest of the night yet.]

Come. I'd like to sit for a while, if you don't mind.

[Childe's hand slides into Aether's, tugging him along towards the bed, already thinking about changing his mind if he wants to lie down or sit. He only lets go of Aether once they get to the bed to remove his boots- but he looks like he's ready to relax, his mind feeling as if its wound far too tightly for his liking.]

Have you been well? I know we haven't had much time for each other since the ball. I'll admit, I've been far busier than I anticipated.