Work Text:
“Not a fan of Dragonspine, comrade?”
“Not. Really.” Aether clenched his teeth together, attempting to stop the chattering. “But I’m fine.”
Laughing, Childe pointed towards Aether’s stomach. “Might want to cover up a bit then.”
He cursed himself. Out of every outfit style, why had he asked Lumine to sew a cropped one back then? “Look at yourself! Your jacket doesn’t cover either.”
“More than yours.”
“…You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.” A tremble ran through Childe’s body. “Plus, I have a scarf.”
“So do I!”
“Paimon’s freezing to death!” She shivered. “Even with a scarf too!”
“Comrade…”
“Paimon, that’s a cape.”