He's acutely aware of her watching him, but he doesn't mind. The action was usually a self-soothing thing anyways, gave him something to do with his hands during the quiet hours, when his brain was much too loud. Childe considers passing it over to her, but he's not sure if it'd just fall apart into droplets the second it moved away from him.
Childe is not wholly ashamed of the loss of power, it's more frustrating than anything else. He still had other means to perform his duties, he wasn't a weak little kid anymore. But he doesn't understand. Even with time and distance away from his vision through him entrusting it to the Traveler, even with spending about a month fighting that narwhal...
Furina's question is a good one, a reasonable assumption to make. He's not wholly sure himself. He shrugs, still playing with the whale as its shape seemed to ebb and flow, waver.
"I'm not sure if it's because of this place necessarily. Before... all of this, it started to weaken. It'd coincide with mood swings. A hell of a temper. It was like being a teenager all over again."
He sighs, as it loses shape and lays in a bead on his palm.
"I don't know why it happened. The others noticed, and suggested I take some leave and uh. Work it out while I was off. So... I went to Fontaine, thinking it could give me answers, or something else to focus on."
A gift from the gods becoming more of a liability than a real gift. Imagine that. His hydro blades were once second nature, and now he was lucky to manifest more than a simple bladed edge. The fatuus still had his moods. Nothing had changed, and he'd only been left with more questions.
"Last I remember, I was in a Snezhnayan hospital on pretty strict bed rest. I don't think this is Fontaine."
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Childe is not wholly ashamed of the loss of power, it's more frustrating than anything else. He still had other means to perform his duties, he wasn't a weak little kid anymore. But he doesn't understand. Even with time and distance away from his vision through him entrusting it to the Traveler, even with spending about a month fighting that narwhal...
Furina's question is a good one, a reasonable assumption to make. He's not wholly sure himself. He shrugs, still playing with the whale as its shape seemed to ebb and flow, waver.
"I'm not sure if it's because of this place necessarily. Before... all of this, it started to weaken. It'd coincide with mood swings. A hell of a temper. It was like being a teenager all over again."
He sighs, as it loses shape and lays in a bead on his palm.
"I don't know why it happened. The others noticed, and suggested I take some leave and uh. Work it out while I was off. So... I went to Fontaine, thinking it could give me answers, or something else to focus on."
A gift from the gods becoming more of a liability than a real gift. Imagine that. His hydro blades were once second nature, and now he was lucky to manifest more than a simple bladed edge. The fatuus still had his moods. Nothing had changed, and he'd only been left with more questions.
"Last I remember, I was in a Snezhnayan hospital on pretty strict bed rest. I don't think this is Fontaine."