[ The sniffling stops in alarm and surprise, and Zhongli will be met with the sight of bright blue, watery eyes. They're both like and unlike the Harbinger's he's so familiar with, the only difference being is they reflect instead of absorb.
The child regards Zhongli with wary eyes and a mittened hand immediately scrambles to clutch at the sword and loaf of bread that's been left in the snow.
Perhaps it's fortunate Zhongli looks the way he does, unarmed and so refined it's hard to find much to be suspicious of. Or perhaps it's a reflection on Childe's own feelings that has the young lad relaxing in increments, not so quick to jump to aggression as he is to just watch and observe. ]
Are you lost, too? [ Comes the eventual question, with an accompanying sniff. ]
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The child regards Zhongli with wary eyes and a mittened hand immediately scrambles to clutch at the sword and loaf of bread that's been left in the snow.
Perhaps it's fortunate Zhongli looks the way he does, unarmed and so refined it's hard to find much to be suspicious of. Or perhaps it's a reflection on Childe's own feelings that has the young lad relaxing in increments, not so quick to jump to aggression as he is to just watch and observe. ]
Are you lost, too? [ Comes the eventual question, with an accompanying sniff. ]