[Reap what you’ve asked, Eren. He’s lucky, again, that Aubrey isn’t privy to his own memories, even more fragile.]

[In fact, she keeps her eyes closed even as the scene shifts. Is that the dream? Is this? Does it matter? The more she dwells on it, the more she wants to go back, and that threatens to hurt more than the physical wound. It’ll spill if she’s not careful.]

[Fortunately the sound of the bag, followed promptly by Eren’s voice again, has Aubrey looking around again, bleary.] Wh… wha—? [And then a fresh sting.]

[She groans, this time; an objective upgrade from earlier, and she breathes through it, but still.] G-god… you weren’t… kidding....

[Self-consciousness starts to gnaw at her—for not letting go, of all things, never mind the wound. But… Aubrey doesn’t want to let go yet.]