[ Childe turns, his expression twisted into confusion. Zhongli doesn't even remember what he really is? Before he can open his mouth to say something, though— ]
Ah, Xiansheng—!
[without thinking he immediately moves to pull the snow white scarf from his uniform (a scarf like the one from so long ago was but different: different style, different fabric, different length, different color (all colors at once) —different different different, and yet— ) and goes to press it against and block the view of the gold 'blood' from both of them (assuming Zhongli can indeed see it, too) and the clearly inhuman 'injury' it came forth from.
Childe holds it there, pressing firmly as if the pressure might stop the bleeding and cause the "skin" to heal itself.
(But Childe knows better— that's not how you mend stone.)
One thing at a time.
...Just one thing at a time, and maybe he can delay what the unexpected panic that's jumped from his belly to his throat is alluding towards. ]
It's nothing... don't worry right now. We can talk about it later, okay? Does it hurt?
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Ah, Xiansheng—!
[without thinking he immediately moves to pull the snow white scarf from his uniform (a scarf like the one from so long ago was but different: different style, different fabric, different length, different color (all colors at once) —different different different, and yet— ) and goes to press it against and block the view of the gold 'blood' from both of them (assuming Zhongli can indeed see it, too) and the clearly inhuman 'injury' it came forth from.
Childe holds it there, pressing firmly as if the pressure might stop the bleeding and cause the "skin" to heal itself.
(But Childe knows better— that's not how you mend stone.)
One thing at a time.
...Just one thing at a time, and maybe he can delay what the unexpected panic that's jumped from his belly to his throat is alluding towards. ]
It's nothing... don't worry right now. We can talk about it later, okay? Does it hurt?