[He hears her words, understands them, but he doesn't quite buy it. If that was the case, she wouldn't be walking away from him so quickly, acting so coldly towards Childe. He sighs, eyes softening as he asks the rhetorical question:]

Are you saying that to reassure me, or yourself?

[Finally catching up to her, he slows himself to let his sore muscles rest a little, stick sinking into the sand as he rests against it. Maybe coming out here wasn't a great idea for his body, but at least he's alive to be able to do it.]

Why don't we head back for now. I'm admittedly getting a little hungry, and I still need to return your brother's vision to him. I managed to find it in a stroke of luck during my fight with that god. I'm sure he'll be delighted to have it back. We can figure out sleeping arrangements, too. It'll give us something to do, take our mind off things.