[Childe nods, expression a bit soft. Taking care of the dead so young... He wonders if Casper had much of a childhood. At least he had something to sink his attention into and enjoy, a little hobby.]

Taking care of the dead?

[Childe had liked stories as a kid, himself.]

Yeah. It's... Not for everyone. I don't think it'd suit you either.

[Casper was... kind. Not fragile, not actively. But there was a sort of gentle humanity about him. He was a good kid. Casper would have had the worst time in a world like that.

The fatuus rolls his shoulders, stretching his muscles.]

Oh, I know. Trust me. But I'll have fun with it. And I've got you pretty beat up as it is.

[His eyes find the wounds from earlier-- and he feels bad about them.]

They still hurt?