[For a moment, Xiao is swept up on the wings of Childe’s nostalgia; he looks away, trying to picture a cold landscape where iced-over ponds are frequent and the community is so close-knit that all the children teach each other how to skate. It sounds…nice. He’s reminded of the villages in Liyue, where young ones would play games in the forest. Hidden above in the trees, Xiao would silently watch—guarding them, though they would never know it. In return, their distant presence brought light into his dark, gloomy soul, even if only for a brief period.]

Why would I call you “child?” [he balks, eyeing Childe suspiciously as if expecting some punchline.] Never mind, that’s not important. [Shot down.] Teach me how to fall correctly now. That’s good practice for any kind of physical activity.

[And if he knows what failure is like, he can do better in avoiding it.]