[When Aubrey rears up in pain, one of Eren’s hands, on instinct, comes to support her back. The other hovers over her hands, ready to move them if needed.
[It seems his protective streak hasn’t quite ended.
[He pulls his hands back after a moment, and answers dryly:]
no subject
[It seems his protective streak hasn’t quite ended.
[He pulls his hands back after a moment, and answers dryly:]
Antiseptic. I already told you.
[Possible that’s not what she’s asking.]