[Of course Aubrey noticed the wheelchair, Levi’s bandages; the way he hobbles across the room gives those details so much more weight. And to think they met with him slashing titans, kicking Eren… Not the first time Aubrey has thought this place could use a hospital.]

[It’s that spare sympathy (pity, more like) that keeps her mouth shut, even though her first thought is a defiant little I don’t answer to you. Her prior admiration still stands. But it’s different when it’s about Eren. Her husband isn’t some prisoner she’s going to fork over.]

[She’s delayed answering too long. A compromise, then:] I’ll make sure he talks to you. [Much as she can, and all. She means it, though.] He can’t run away from you here.

[Not for long.]