[ She jerks as soon as she notices him, like a current, like magnetism that draws her toward him. Not that she needs to make any movements, he's in front of her fast enough, and she's got her scarf already tugged up to her nose, irritated by the dust grating against her skin and pinching against her eyes.
His presence is enough to distract her from it, and she lets him grab her, tugging her inside the building, the door falling shut behind them with a merry jingle.
She's focused, watching for signs of injury or strain—even though she knows they won't last on him. But he seems fine, if particularly committed to his default state of agitated.
It's a relief. (She's happy to see him.) Her assessment of Eren done, she shifts her attention back outside, both grim and confused about their current circumstances. ]
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His presence is enough to distract her from it, and she lets him grab her, tugging her inside the building, the door falling shut behind them with a merry jingle.
She's focused, watching for signs of injury or strain—even though she knows they won't last on him. But he seems fine, if particularly committed to his default state of agitated.
It's a relief. (She's happy to see him.) Her assessment of Eren done, she shifts her attention back outside, both grim and confused about their current circumstances. ]
Eren, what's going on?