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The scouts were bustling around camp getting ready to move on. Sasha was yelling about not getting enough breakfast, Levi was nursing a cup of tea and trying to ignore the noise as the others worked to pack away everything onto the horses. Eren could hear all the commotion from inside the four person tent he was currently the only occupant of. Any minute now someone would come get him and make him help. He was too absorbed in dreading this to notice someone had entered the tent until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, Eren.” The hand began shaking him gently. “You’re the last one to get up and if you take much longer, I don’t think Connie will be able to keep Sasha from eating your breakfast.” Armin informed him. Someone from outside the tent called to Armin and the hand vanished.
Eren heard his friend exit the tent. Good. Now he could sleep in peace—that is if it wasn’t so cold. Wishing he had the energy to grab one of the other blankets, Eren settled instead for curling up into himself then wished he hadn’t as the movement made him aware of a pounding headache. His eyes were burning and he hadn’t even opened them yet. He hadn’t been feeling good yesterday, but it was ten times worse today.
Minutes later, or it could have been just a few moments—whatever it was it wasn’t long enough—Armin returned.
“Eren you really need to get up now. We’re moving out soon and if Captain Levi finds out you didn’t help clean up…” he trailed off. “Well, whatever he does it won’t be good. I saved you a biscuit but there’s no more gravy.”
“I’m not hungry,” Eren mumbled into his pillow. He was too tired to open his eyes let alone get out of bed. Plus, his stomach felt really weird. Armin came around to sit in front of Eren. Now that he finally got a good look at him…
“Are you okay?” Armin asked, concerned.
Eren nodded almost imperceptibly, simultaneously negating the action by refusing to open his eyes.
“Your cheeks are really red.”
Eren didn’t think that statement required an answer. Armin brushed away the hair plastered to his forehead and pressed his hand in its place. Even though he was freezing, the cool touch felt like heaven to Eren.
“Eren open your eyes. Come on just for a minute?” The change in Armin’s tone was enough to alarm him into trying, but the task was easier said than done. It seemed like there was a disconnect between his brain and his muscles. “Please?” The cool touch left and Armin grabbed his shoulders and pushed him onto his back. “Wake up Eren!” Eren made a sound of discomfort that would have sounded embarrassingly like a kitten if he had the presence of mind to care.
“Stop,” he pleaded, trying to roll back on his side. Armin gave in, scared by Eren’s distress, and allowed Eren to curl up again, except this time he wrapped around Armin burying his face in his friend’s leg to leech off his heat. Armin laid a hand on his head.
“I’ve got to get up Eren, but I’ll be right back okay.” He promised.
Eren could do nothing but curl tighter as his friend left.
The next thing he knew, Mikasa was at his side and her blessedly cool fingers were feeling his temperature and pulse. A wet cloth was placed over his eyes and he sighed in relief.
“Eren, can you hear me?” He nodded slightly, dislodging the cloth. As Mikasa reached to fix it, voices sounded from outside the tent.
“… he’s burning up. I don’t think he’ll be able to ride out of here.”
“Your concerns are noted, and I’ll take them into consideration when deciding our course of action.”
Eren’s stomach dropped when he heard the captain. He was going to have to get up now. There was no way Levi would stand for him lazing in bed all day. Still, Eren scooted closer to Mikasa and kept his eyes shut behind the cloth. Mikasa responded by burying one hand in his hair and rubbing the other slowly up and down his back. Maybe she could protect him from Levi.
Eren heard the tent flap open, and two pairs of footsteps approaching his bedroll.
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes, sir.” Mikasa’s tone was respectful, yet dangerous.
“Wake him up.”
Before Mikasa could object, Armin interjected.
“I’ve already tried sir, but I couldn’t even get him to open his eyes.”
“I’m aware of that, but I want to check his condition for myself.”
Suddenly, Mikasa’s protective hands disappeared, and he felt her back away. He couldn’t control the hitch in his breathing. The cloth was taken away and Eren scrunched his eyes tightly at the sudden influx of light.
“Eren, wake up.” Levi crouched next to him and shook his shoulder once, firmly.
“Ow…” Eren moaned, wrapping his arms around his stomach which still felt like someone was shaking it. It was all too much. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone?
Levi was silent for a long moment.
“You really feel like shit, huh kid?” He said surprisingly softly. “Mikasa, run and get him a cup of water. Tell the others to start unpacking. Armin, get him a new shirt.” As he spoke, Levi settled down next to Eren and pressed the back of his hand to the side of Eren’s sweaty neck.
“Damn it Eren you never do anything halfway do you?” Carefully, Levi slipped an arm under Eren’s shoulder and guided him into a sitting position leaning with one shoulder against Levi’s chest and Levi’s arm around him. The change in altitude seemed to make things worse. Eren paled considerably and started breathing faster. He pressed his face into Levi’s neck as if the pressure could somehow ground him.
“Breathe through it. It’ll pass.” Levi slowly rubbed his hand up and down Eren’s arm until he calmed down. “Good job.” He had to pull Eren away from him to strip off his sweat soaked shirt and during this
Eren finally blinked his eyes halfway open.
“Eren, are you with me?” Levi asked when he noticed. Eren stared forward for a moment before turning to look at him through fever-hazed eyes.
“S cold,” he mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest for warmth.
“Here,” Armin approached from the other side with Eren’s spare nightshirt and slipped it over his head. Eren put his own arms through the sleeves.
Mikasa reentered the tent with both a glass of water and a pitcher to refill it. Her eyes brightened when she saw Eren awake. Kneeling next to Armin, she held out the glass. Hesitantly, Eren took it and drank half the glass before handing it back.
That was a bad decision. The cold water hit his hot stomach like a hurricane and the nausea was overwhelming. Eren closed his eyes and drew his knees up.
“Are you okay?” Armin asked.
Wordlessly, Eren shook his head before dropping it to rest on his knees trying desperately to breathe evenly. He really didn’t have the energy to puke right now.
“Are you gonna throw up?” Levi this time.
“I don’t know,” Eren moaned, hating everything about the situation.
“Here.” Levi placed a bucket next to him and guided one of his hands to grasp the rim. Eren tried to fight it, but moments later he was heaving into the bucket, cringing as each convulsion worsened his headache. Tears streamed down his face. After what felt like an eternity, Eren’s stomach stopped trying to escape from his body and he fell, boneless, to the side. If Levi hadn’t been sitting there, he probably would have cracked his head on the floor, but as it was his commanding officer caught him. Instead of lowering him back to his bedroll, Levi gathered Eren into his lap, rolling his eyes at Armin and Mikasa’s gaping stares.
Just then, Jean walked through the tent flap carrying a few bags and immediately froze.
“Um Captain Levi, sir,” he was trying to look at Levi, but his eyes kept going to Eren, who looked like death warmed over. “We’ve finished unpacking. What would you like us to do now?”
“To start, come here and flip this bedroll.” He stared pointedly at Armin and Mikasa who shut their mouths. “Then you can do what you like. Consider it a vacation day.”
“Yes sir.” Jean put the bags in an empty corner in the tent and flipped Eren’s bedroll. He lingered in the tent as Levi set the unconscious boy on it. Eren whimpered at the sudden lack of warmth and resumed his previous curled up position.
“Is he okay?” Jean asked, unnerved by the weak sound.
“Does he look okay?” Levi turned to Armin. “I assume one of those bags is yours, get your blanket.” He looked back at Jean. “He’ll be fine. Go tell everyone they have the day off.”
With a hesitant nod, Jean left the tent. The remaining occupants didn’t know what he said to the other scouts, but the camp was quiet the rest of the day. Mikasa emptied the bucket while Armin retrieved his blanket and Levi poured fresh water onto the cloth and replaced it on the sick boy’s forehead.
While Eren slept, the other three found various ways to entertain themselves inside the tent. The first time Eren woke up they were playing cards. Mikasa seemed to sense his gaze and quickly moved over to him.
“Eren, how are you feeling?”
“My head hurts,” he pressed a palm into his eye as if the pressure would stop the pounding. “And my stomach.” He finished, closing his eyes and taking a steadying breath.
“Do you think you could drink some water?”
He shook his head.
“I hadn’t pegged you for a coward,” Levi spoke up. Eren jerked his eyes open in surprise to see Levi walk over and pick up the cup of water that had been sitting near his bed.
“You’re dehydrated so it isn’t really a choice. Maybe you’ll keep it down, maybe you won’t, but you’re going to drink it.” He held out the cup. Knowing Levi, this was going to be done the easy way or the hard way and Eren did not want to see the hard way. Cautiously, Eren put his right hand on the ground and pushed himself up, so he was propped up on his left elbow. He took a few deep breaths. Once the world stopped spinning, he reached for the cup and took a small sip. It left a cold trail as it ran into his stomach. He tried to put the cup down, but Levi pressed it back into his hand.
Eren closed his eyes and dropped his head. Why did everything hurt so much… Suddenly there were fingers on the back of his neck kneading the tense muscles. His headache eased almost instantly. Eren sighed and lowered his head even more. He thought he heard a chuckle, but it was probably the fever. Levi wasn’t the chuckling type.
The nimble fingers moved down to rub between his shoulder blades and Eren lowered the cup to the ground, keeping his fingers around it. His arm was getting tired so he laid down on his stomach and let Levi work his magic on his shoulders. He was almost asleep again when Levi stopped.
“Eren. Finish the water.”
Slowly, Eren sat up, expecting the pain to ramp up again. It didn’t. This time the water actually felt nice going down. Almost enough to make him feel human. Still, he was relieved when the empty glass was taken from his hand and he was able to go back to sleep.
The next time he woke up, it was to a cacophony of hushed voices. There were extra people in the tent and they only made more noise by trying to get each other to quiet down. Eren kept his eyes closed until they left, relieved that they’d left him alone. Levi, Armin, and Mikasa were sitting in the far corner of the tent dunking crackers into bowls of soup. The others must have been delivering it. Not wanting to be coerced into eating anything, even if it was soup, Eren went back to sleep.
A few hours later, he was roused to semi consciousness by Mikasa who forced him to drink more water.
It was just beginning to get dark when he awoke for real and for the first time that day Eren felt like himself. His muscles were sore, and his eyes and throat burned a little, but his head and stomach felt almost normal. Looking around the tent he noticed Armin had stepped out and the other two were reading, sprawled out on bedrolls they must have set up while he was out. So, they really stayed here all day. Eren smiled to himself. What had he done to end up with such great friends?
His sitting up didn’t bother them, they must have been used to hearing him tossing around in his sleep. Eren was looking at the piece of sky visible outside the tent flap when Armin returned so he immediately made eye contact. Armin smiled at him.
“Hey Eren, feeling any better?”
Eren gave him a small smile in return, feeling the eyes of Levi and Mikasa on him as well. “Yeah a little.” Eren held out a hand. “I need to use the bathroom though.” Armin took his hand and pulled him up, supporting him while he found his balance.
“Your skin is much cooler than earlier,” Armin commented as he let go. “Do you want me to-”
“No Armin, I can use the bathroom by myself,” Eren said firmly, making his way to the exit. Turning back he ordered, “don’t follow me,” before disappearing.
Armin glanced over at Mikasa, who was muffling her laughter with her scarf.
“Well,” Levi said dryly. “It’s good to know he’s getting back to normal.”
When Eren returned, Levi and Armin were gone. Instead of going back to sleep, Eren opted to sit by Mikasa, who had gone back to her book.
“So just us now, huh?”
Mikasa blushed and nodded, smiling ever so slightly.
“They went to see what we were having for dinner. Are you hungry?” She asked, putting down the book. Eren hesitated. His stomach still felt weird, but it wasn’t exactly painful.
“Not really,” he admitted.
“Eren you haven’t eaten all day.” Mikasa pressed a hand to his forehead.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to, just that I don’t feel like it.” He pushed her hand away. His head was starting to hurt again.
At that moment, Armin and Levi returned, each carrying two plates of bread, beans, and potatoes. They each handed one over before sitting down across from the two. Clearly Eren was expected to eat. He picked at his food while the others had a lively discussion about what the rest of their group had done with their day off.
Sasha had apparently gone hunting and come back with a blueberry bush that she was now guarding like an animal. Jean and Connie had gone swimming and come back with green hair. Eren zoned out pretty quickly. Soon he had eaten almost everything on his plate, and was eyeing the beans on his spoon dejectedly. He looked up when Mikasa put her hand over his and lowered the spoon.
“You don’t have to finish it.”
Relieved, Eren dropped the spoon and discarded his plate to the side. As the others kept talking, all he heard was their voices droning in the background. He felt steadily worse as the evening went on but didn’t feel like moving to get to his bed. Eventually, he ended up leaning against Mikasa, his eyes closed, head drooping, and breaths carefully measured. The others probably assumed he’d fallen asleep.
If only that were the case.
Despite the tameness of the meal, it burned like acid in his stomach, chest, and throat. He shouldn’t have eaten. It was stupid of him to think it was over. Eren swallowed hard. He really didn’t wanna throw up again. Waves of heat washed over him, making it harder for him to breath.
“Mikasa…” he whispered. “I don’t think-” he swallowed again “-this was a good idea.” At his words, Mikasa shifted to get a look at his face, but the movement was the last straw for Eren’s fragile stomach.
By the time he realized he couldn’t stop the inevitable it was too late and he was helplessly gagging into Mikasa’s lap. Being the only thing holding Eren up, Mikasa couldn’t get out of the way and was already covered in puke by the time Levi shoved the bucket under Eren’s face. Luckily for Eren, he had only eaten one meal that day. After about a minute of throwing up, he coughed up the last of it. Too scared to move, he shut his eyes tight, gasping for breath. “S-sorry,” he gulped “Mikasa.” In response, Mikasa pulled him closer and wiped his mouth with her sleeve.
“It’s not your fault.”
Armin sat down on his other side and tugged Eren to lean against him so Mikasa could get up. Exhausted, Eren dropped his head onto his friend’s shoulder, burying his face in Armin’s neck.
“He’s hot again.”
“Eren, are you gonna hurl again?” Levi asked. Eren took a steadying breath. He felt like crying.
“No.” He was only half sure, but part of him hoped that saying it would make it true.
“Mikasa, take this with you.” Levi handed her the bucket and she exited the tent. “You should get back to bed.” He told Eren.
“I’m good here,” Eren said timidly, knowing it was a stupid response but afraid moving would agitate his stomach. Apparently his input meant nothing because Levi took his arm and draped it over his shoulder while Armin did the same with the other and in a moment he was on his feet. His stomach cramped and he doubled over slightly, waiting for it to go away and begging his system not to vomit again. He didn’t think he would survive another round. Gradually the nausea and pain died down.
His friends must have seen it on his face because they walked him over to his bed and sat him down
“Armin, let everyone know we’ll be staying another day. Collect the laundry while you’re at it.”
“Yes sir.”
Armin left and Levi stood up.
“I’m going to get a cup of tea, I don’t imagine you want any?”
“Heh, no thanks.”
“Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”
Exiting the tent, Levi was immediately grateful for the cool night air and the slight fire still burning at the edge of camp. Hange was sitting on the grass, a cup of tea in her hand. She grinned as he approached.
“I had a feeling you’d show up.” She gestured to the pot hanging over the fire. “There’s plenty of hot water left.” Levi picked up a mug and the little bag of tea leaves next to Hange before ladling some water into his cup and taking a seat next to her.
“So how’s he doing?”
Levi added the leaves to his cup and glanced over at the tent.
“Brat’s getting his scrawny ass kicked.”
“That bad, huh?”
Levi nodded and brought the mug up to his face to inhale the steam.
“I heard we were staying here another day. Do you think we’ll have to extend it any longer? We can make things stretch, but we didn’t bring the provisions for such a long trip.”
“Couldn’t say, but if we need to I’m sure we can figure something out. Maybe I’ll send the troops fishing tomorrow.”
Finishing her cup, Hange stood up and moved to warm her hands on the fire.
“Are you going to have another cup?”
Levi shook his head and got to his feet. “I should get back to Eren. Tell Jean and Connie they’ve been relocated. Put them wherever you want.”
“Will do!” Hange flipped the pot of water into the dying fire, extinguishing it. “Tell Eren I said ‘feel better’!” She called back as she made her way to her tent.
Levi sighed and wiped a hand over his face before walking back to Eren’s tent to see to his surprise that the boy was still sitting up, resting his head on his knees.
“Aren’t you going to lay down?” Levi raised an eyebrow.
Eren shook his head miserably. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean ‘you can’t’?”
“I can’t.” Raising his head wearily, he met Levi’s eyes. “It makes me nauseous.”
Shit. “How do you expect to get any sleep?”
Eren simply shrugged and dropped his head again. Taking a final sip of his tea, Levi dumped the rest outside the tent and resigned himself to a long night. Putting down his mug, he took a seat behind Eren with one leg stretched out straight and the other bent at the knee crossed in front of him. Hearing him, Eren looked back, confused.
“What are you-”
Grabbing his shoulders, Levi pulled Eren back to lean against him. Eren stared up at him with wide eyes. Levi kept his eyes trained on the tent wall in front of him.
“Shut up. Go to sleep.”
“...yes sir.”
It took less than a minute for Eren to fall asleep. Even so Levi stayed perfectly still, just in case. He wasn’t there long before Armin and Mikasa returned. They faltered for just a second, but apparently decided not to mention his position.
“Captain,” Mikasa began, “I’d like permission to-”
“I’ve already made the arrangements. You can set up your things after you help me with him.” Levi leaned back slightly, holding Eren away from him and Mikasa stepped forward to hold his weight as Levi slipped out from behind him. Together they lowered him to lay flat. For a tense moment, none of them moved, waiting to see if Eren would wake up. It seemed like the tent itself breathed a sigh of relief when he didn’t. As quietly as possible, the other three got ready for bed and Armin blew out the lamps, plunging the tent into darkness.
Everything was quiet and peaceful until Eren started muttering in his sleep. At first the others in the tent stayed still, half-asleep and hoping it was nothing. Then he began tossing and turning. The muttering became more distressed and suddenly he was audibly struggling for air, finally spurring his friends to action.
Mikasa was at his side in an instant.
“Eren, hey wake up.” She patted the side of his face with one hand, pulling off the sweat soaked blanket with the other.
Levi lit a lantern.
“He’s way too hot.” Mikasa said worriedly. His fever had been high earlier, but while they had slept it had skyrocketed into dangerous territory. There was no one for her to punch to keep him safe this time. She felt helpless. Nothing in her power could fight this illness for him.
“I’ll get some water,” Armin offered and rushed out of the tent. When he came back, Eren was shirtless and shivering and Mikasa was using the discarded blanket to wipe away the sweat covering his body. Levi motioned him over and Armin put down two buckets, one filled with cold water, the other empty. Levi dunked Eren’s shirt in the bucket and wrung it out over Eren who let out a choked cry and curled up in self defense. His breathing quickened.
Mikasa picked up the cloth from earlier and re-soaked it before mopping the sweat and tears from Eren’s face.
He gasped and tried to bury his face in his pillow. Mikasa gently put her hand in between and lifted his face just enough to finish.
“I’m sorry, Eren.”
Armin knelt down beside her and wrapped a wet piece of clothing around Eren’s neck. He soaked two more and tucked them into his armpits. With nothing else they could do, the trio waited to see if their efforts would be any use. Mikasa dipped her hands in the water and began combing through his hair, just as much to keep busy as to cool him down. Slowly, Eren’s tense body began to relax and his breathing slowed back to a normal rate.
Armin reached out to touch Eren’s face, just to make sure he was really getting better and not dying. It was just barely warmer than normal. He let out a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a sob.
“That was really awful.”
Mikasa nodded in agreement. “Should we wake him up?”
Levi poured a glass of water and handed it to her. “See if you can get him to drink it,” he said, going back to his bedroll, but watching.
“Eren,” Mikasa whispered, putting her hand on the side of his face.
“Mm?” He hummed.
“I need you to wake up for a minute and drink some water.”
For a minute she thought he couldn’t hear her, but then he pushed himself up and blinked blearily at all the wet pieces of fabric displaced by his motion. Too tired to process it, he took the glass, drained it, handed it back, and promptly went back to sleep. The others, after seeing him awake, felt relieved enough to follow in his footsteps.
Levi didn’t know how long he had been asleep for when he was suddenly awakened. Not knowing what had caused it, he lay still until the sound came again. It sounded like crying. Rolling to his side, he could just make out Eren’s silhouette. He was sitting with his knees up, one arm braced across his stomach and a hand over his mouth. Whether it was to muffle his sobs, or keep the nausea at bay was impossible to tell. It was probably both.
“Eren,” Levi said quietly, not wanting to alarm him or wake the others. He heard a sharp intake of breath in response. Eren took his time releasing it raggedly, trying to calm himself before answering.
“Y-yes?”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do, tell me. Are you nauseous again?”
“Yeah,” Eren admitted.
"Anything else?”
Eren hesitated. “No.” He let out a tired laugh that turned into a sob. “I think I’m just really, really sick of this.” The hand that had been over his mouth ran up into his hair, leaving his wet bangs sticking up.
“Anyone would be in your position.” Levi said, getting up and going to sit behind Eren again. This time Eren knew what he was doing and leaned back into Levi’s warmth.
“If you needed something you should have just asked. That’s why we’re here.” Levi said, putting a hand to Eren’s forehead. It was still damp with sweat, but the fever was gone. “And quit crying. It’ll only make things worse and if you puke on me I won’t be as nice about it as Mikasa.”
This time Eren’s laugh was authentic. “Yes sir.”
Levi listened as Eren’s breathing evened out and he fell asleep. He waited a little while after that before slipping away back to his own bed. The way the night was going, he wasn’t sure if he should stay up just in case or go to sleep. It had to be close to morning. He stayed up until the first hints of light touched the horizon and looked around the tent.
Eren was sleeping soundly. He still didn’t have a shirt or a blanket, but Levi intended to have Armin and Mikasa do the laundry today which would remedy that. His skin was still pale, but that was to be expected. Mikasa and Armin wouldn’t be up for another two hours or so. Satisfied that everything was alright for now, Levi decided to take advantage of those final two hours of sleep.
When he woke up again, it was to the sun shining through the opening of the tent. Immediately he noticed Eren’s bed was empty. He didn’t hear any retching coming from outside the tent, but got up to look around anyway. As he exited the tent, he could hear his troops chatting happily by the firepit. By the sounds of it, they still had enough food for breakfast. As he made his way over, his question was answered.
Sitting on the grass with the others was Humanity's Last Hope, eating a bowl of oatmeal and listening to his friends' tales of yesterday’s events. Someone, probably Christa, had wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. Someone else had loaned him a clean shirt. Levi watched, unnoticed for a while before Armin and Mikasa joined him. At first they were a little frantic, but it dissolved into relief once they followed his gaze. He walked with them to join the others for breakfast.
“Hey guys!” Eren held a hand up in greeting as they approached.” “Captain, are we leaving today?”
“No,” Levi looked closely at Eren. He seemed to be doing well now. “Most likely we will leave tomorrow.” Eren nodded his acknowledgement and took another bite of his oatmeal as the three newcomers sat down with theirs.
“The others were just telling me about the waterfall they went swimming in about a quarter mile from here. Would it be okay if I went with them today?”
“You want to go swimming?”
Sensing he’d screwed up, Eren quickly clarified. “I won’t swim, I’ll just watch. I don’t want to waste my day off sitting around here.”
Levi considered that. “Let’s see if you’re still so eager to go once that food hits your stomach.”
An hour and a half later, when Eren was still nausea and fever free, and after the other scouts had promised to keep an eye on him, Eren was given permission to go. The walk was longer than he’d expected, and his legs ached by the time they got there.
Finding a place to sit under a tree, he watched the others dive in. Within minutes, Annie was drowning Bertolt for staring at her now green hair, while Christa and Ymir were laughing about hers. Eren was content to watch, just grateful that he didn’t feel like puking. He did feel like sleeping though, and under the tree was as good a place as any.
Not too long after he fell asleep, Jean stopped the game of catch he had going with Connie by holding on to the stick they’d been throwing.
“What is it?” Connie asked, swimming over and following his gaze to shore.
“You think he’s okay?” Jean asked.
“I don't know. Probably. We should check.”
The two waded to shore and stood over Eren. They exchanged a look before Connie hesitantly reached out to touch Eren’s forehead.
“It’s not hot. I think he just fell asleep.”
“Should we wake him up? To make sure?”
A new voice sounded from behind them. “No, let him sleep.” Hange said, guiding them away. “It’s the best thing for him right now.”
When Eren woke up hours later, he noticed Armin and Mikasa had joined the others in the water. Levi was sitting against another tree a few feet away munching on a handful of peanuts. Upon noticing Eren was awake, he tossed a bag of them over before directing his attention back to the people in the lake.
“You were right, this is a pretty good way to spend a day off.”