[Eren’s voice snaps her back to the barracks, and the memory leaves her hollow as it ever does. The smile drops along with. But it still feels like she’s been slammed back into her room, sleet blasting rudely through the ceiling. It forces a shudder, an instinctive curl into herself, and—surprise of the century—it hurts.]

Bring— what, [trying in relative vain to suppress the hiss,] the fort? No. [How quickly her mood can drop; the annoyance isn’t really with Eren, for once, but it might as well sound it. She gets the feeling the fort isn’t what he’s talking about.] Wouldn’t have brought anything.