[He's silent for a moment, standing still, gaze indignant, but eventually he shakes his head and turns his back on his knight. A deep sigh escapes him.]

You really don't understand, do you? You didn't make me embarrassed. You didn't care that our identity could be revealed - that's what bothers me the most.

[He presses a hand to his temple, massaging it. His steps are quiet as he walks towards the water. The reflection still shows a man in a hood, but the golden hair peek out and he can imagine how easily he could be recognized in that tavern if the hood slipped away.]

What if a guard or a servant from the castle decided to spend the night there? What if a spy of our enemy lurked in the shadows? What if... There's so many "what ifs", Childe. As much as I understand your frustration and as much as I trust your skill, if anyone knew it was me, it would only make things worse.

[He sits down so abruptly as if his knees gave away under him. He drops his hood revealing golden hair and letting it fall easily down his shoulders.]

It really would've been better if I stayed behind in the castle. [He had fun, it's true, but they've gotten caught too many times by now. Someone always seems to come find them at the wrong time and they can't allow themselves any more carelessness.]