[It’s so quiet here, the gentle, uneven thump of Eren’s limp in the grass has Aubrey pausing, glancing over her shoulder to him, as he speaks. She’s reminded faintly of those stories where someone tries to leave a pet behind, and it just keeps whimpering or following them with every step.

[Kinda sad.]

For a swim. [She raises a hand, waves her still-very-red fingers.] I don’t know, cleaning off or something. [With a quick glance at his steaming not-quite-ankle,] Chill. You’re still healing.