[ Look, Eren, some days she can't even tell if your balls have dropped if not for your voice. But then she pretends to fuss over those much older than him too, though it's hard to say whether any of it is even genuine.

Amber watches him walk on for a while before bending over to scoop the furball in an arm and hurrying to follow, keeping pace just a few steps behind him. All business, are we? That doesn't stop her from chattering on at him while trying to clean the dirt off of the furball's face with nonchalance. ]

Nothing's keeping you awake, right? It wouldn't do to sleep too little. That could mean the difference between life and death here.