[ And Maruki does chatter quietly the whole way there. About nothing in particular – the stars popping up in the darkening sky overhead, the half-cleared crystals around the base of the cliff, what he's looking forward to seeing in the spring. Nothing of consequence, nothing Eren truly needs to listen to. The comfort of white noise.
Inside the windmill, he tucks Eren in one arm, uses the other to climb up the ladder to their landing. He considers for a moment if he should transform again too, if they should take to their nest, but– Eren's eyes are still shut. He's warm, breathing even and peaceful, even if he's still mired in his own misery.
So Maruki simply lays himself down on their makeshift bed, still holding the seabird in his arms. ]
You can stay like this, if you want, or you can change back. I'll hold you either way.
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Inside the windmill, he tucks Eren in one arm, uses the other to climb up the ladder to their landing. He considers for a moment if he should transform again too, if they should take to their nest, but– Eren's eyes are still shut. He's warm, breathing even and peaceful, even if he's still mired in his own misery.
So Maruki simply lays himself down on their makeshift bed, still holding the seabird in his arms. ]
You can stay like this, if you want, or you can change back. I'll hold you either way.