[Eren’s head on her lap brings Aubrey right back where she should be. Her face warms, and she laughs lightly at the impromptu shoe removal. What a gentleman.]

[Her hands are on him in an instant. It’s so rare that she’s seen his hair down, and even then only fleeting… she can brush her fingers through it for a surprisingly long run before reaching the end. Yet it’s natural as anything, stroking him like this. One hand offers a light scratch, too. She might do this forever.]

[Her expression does tense, though, faintly, at the question.]

Sunny. And Mari. I know [a quick addition] she wasn’t good to you… [An understatement. She knows it.] But I’ll be with you, as much as I can.

I won’t let anyone hurt you again.