[ And that's worse, isn't it? When the grief ceases to expel itself and turns to that heavy, leaden exhaustion. Maruki knows it well, hates to see it happening to Eren.
He holds on tight, tries to think of what to do. They could stay here, but it's hardly comfortable, and he can't imagine Eren making the trek all the way to the windmill, unless–
He ducks his head to whisper against Eren's ear, beneath a curtain of loose hair. ]
I'll carry you. Back to our bed.
[ As a bird, Eren fits perfectly in the cradle of his arms. ]
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He holds on tight, tries to think of what to do. They could stay here, but it's hardly comfortable, and he can't imagine Eren making the trek all the way to the windmill, unless–
He ducks his head to whisper against Eren's ear, beneath a curtain of loose hair. ]
I'll carry you. Back to our bed.
[ As a bird, Eren fits perfectly in the cradle of his arms. ]