[ there's a part of her that instinctively wants to recoil at that suggestion. it's enough that he seems to be slowly turning into childe, his eyes changing and his personality bit by bit shifting. and it's so tempting to sit there and reject his idea, but lumine can also see the nostalgia on his face like he's recalling all of this as she is. ]

I don't know, [ she says with a shrug, getting up from her seat and walking over to him, taking the jacket into her hands. ] Here, let me help you out, grandpa.

[ he's injured, after all, so much so that he can barely move around like he used to. and since she fell on top of him, he probably still feels sore. ]

It's probably a tight fit, though. Childe looks skinnier than you.