Childe leaving doesn't seem like a good sign to Vaeka. Why? To leave her with her own questions or just to let Emet-Selch do his worst? She is putting on the strongest front she can muster but she has her limits.

She tries to muffle her cry of pain as he stabs her again. At some point this must get easier; at some point it should just become too much and fade into the background. That's what she's always imagined it would. She can feel her freshly delivered wounds stitching themselves back together without her consent and Vaeka peels back in her chair as it scrapes loudly across the floor.

"D-Did the Regent ask you to do this? ...Or are you just a sick bastard too?"