[She can understand that, in a sense. Seems like every time they’ve figured out this world, it has some devious new twist. Getting used to it all over again is a necessisity and a coping mechanism.

[At the same time… Aubrey’s found something resembling peace, here. Laughter, smiles, dreams, kisses on the docks. Eren—Eren. It’s overwhelming, sure… but she doesn’t dread it, not in this moment.]

Challenge.

[She reaches for his hand, a silent promise. They’ll face it together.]