The forest air was dense, loaded with the smell of moist earth and burning firewood. As soon as the crackling of the fire was heard, Hange calmly stirred a makeshift stew, trying to warm a night marked by tension. Around them, soldiers from Marley and the Legion of Recognition remained silent, exchanging quick, suspicious glances, as if a single wrong word could blow up the fragile truce.

Levi was lying on the makeshift "bed" that Hange had made for Levi to rest, even with his wounds he remained with his face as serious as ever, although his weakened body betrayed the severity of his injuries. You were next to him, holding a roll of clean bandages in your hands. The closeness forced the silence to be broken, but even your breathing seemed too noisy amid so much tension.

"Captain, I need to change your bandages," you murmured. As you carefully removed the stained bandages, Levi looked away, as if uncomfortable with being vulnerable. The dim firelight barely illuminated his profile, revealing the fatigue in his eyes.