[ He tenses momentarily at hearing the other announce his return and the quickening of footsteps beoming louder with each step. Ah, he lost track of time &mdash? No, Childe honestly didn't think he would be coming back personally with food and he could shoo a nurse away pretty easily.

Inhaling sharply, Childe glances up to look at Aether, blinking before offering a bit of a forced smile. ]

Ah ha, no... sorry, it's not my injury. I just... got a really bad stomach cramp. Wasn't expecting it.

[ What a pathetic attempt at an excuse, but he doubts anything else is going to be much better , and he doesn't want to pretend it's his injury when it's really not.

Rolling back over onto his back as if to show the doctor he's really okay, he even scoots him up into a sitting position. No problems, see? Everything is good relatively speaking! ]

Didn't mean to worry you. Sooo.... what's on the menu ?