[ She knows. And she'll be treating him like this until he's old and grey (ha, well Eren will make it; if no one else, Eren will—) But she knows. Even though some of the others in the camp cry outrage about child soldiers, she knows that they're not children. There's no such luxury, not where they come from, nor here.
There's no response from her to his comment, instead she lets him be; let's him doze off while she showers, hoping that he actually does sleep while she's in there, and unable to deny the relief when she sees him after she walks out, towel around her shoulders to protect them from the water dripping down from her hair, cooling rapidly against the air.
And she's silent as she walks over to stand by his side, just watching; Eren in Armin's bunk. Marvelling that he's still here, despite every time that she'd gotten so scared, despite every inane mission that he'd been sent on. He's here and she can't know for how long. (She tells herself forever in her head sometimes, even though she hopelessly knows it isn't true. He'd died once already, and she's even more helpless now than she had been then. She'll die or he'll die eventually, and she'll be alone, a family broken when that's the last thing)
If nothing else, she's glad that he's able to get some rest, and it's only because she knows that he's a light sleeper that she doesn't move him into a more comfortable position or nestle him under the blanket. She might've, if they were still children back in their home with Carla and Grisha.
But they're not. They're soldiers now, so instead she just murmurs a quiet goodnight before turning away and retreating to her own bunk for the night. ]
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There's no response from her to his comment, instead she lets him be; let's him doze off while she showers, hoping that he actually does sleep while she's in there, and unable to deny the relief when she sees him after she walks out, towel around her shoulders to protect them from the water dripping down from her hair, cooling rapidly against the air.
And she's silent as she walks over to stand by his side, just watching; Eren in Armin's bunk. Marvelling that he's still here, despite every time that she'd gotten so scared, despite every inane mission that he'd been sent on. He's here and she can't know for how long. (She tells herself forever in her head sometimes, even though she hopelessly knows it isn't true. He'd died once already, and she's even more helpless now than she had been then. She'll die or he'll die eventually, and she'll be alone, a family broken when that's the last thing)
If nothing else, she's glad that he's able to get some rest, and it's only because she knows that he's a light sleeper that she doesn't move him into a more comfortable position or nestle him under the blanket. She might've, if they were still children back in their home with Carla and Grisha.
But they're not. They're soldiers now, so instead she just murmurs a quiet goodnight before turning away and retreating to her own bunk for the night. ]