[Strange… she only learned about Zeke as far as he affected Eren personally. Historia’s a new name entirely, but she might have been among Eren’s people. Sounds to Aubrey like there’s a lot more to both of them than, well, “That’s all.”

[But she gets it. The dawn hasn’t woken her up much, either. There’s an obvious place with a bed, more than three of them—and it’s hardly Aubrey’s space to claim, but some stubborn part of her wants to. It’s the first place she really saw Eren’s humanity—and the last where she saw him alive.

[When Aubrey thinks of the barracks, she thinks, Ours.]

[Somewhere else, then. Similar, though; big, homely, warm. And not quite one place, but a mix; two rooms to one, a bed and blankets taken downstairs to fill half-remembered gaps. Eren would recognize the outline of the place—it’s the same room where they started. But this time, the fireplace has flickered to life, and there’s a faint smell of evergreen and good food.

[It’s not decorated. But it feels, to her, like a lost holiday.]

We’ll take the couch.

[Eren’s going on the inside, this time.]