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Can't get up?

[He moves closer, worried. He'll squat down when he's close to Eren, so they're on the same level]

Did you hit your spine on that fall?

[ he shifts his legs to that. his spine’s fine, he can still move them around, and so can the rest of him! maybe he had bruise, but it’d heal in the next half hour. if he can, perhaps . . . keep his back to this tree, it would help. ]

I’m that tired. [ but he’s alright, beyond that, his hand resting over elliot’s and giving him a reassuring lip quirk. going titan might have to be for emergencies only from now on. ]

Oh Eren...

[He does let out a big sigh of relief, because it'd be baaad if he had broken his spine, even with regeneration.

When Eren rests his hand over him, Elliot does one better by leaning over and pulling him into a hug.]

[ he’s clammy and obviously feverish to the embrace, even through those winter clothes, but being cheek to cheek and taken like that regardless— eren slinks his arms around elliot and squeezes as much as his fatigued muscles can handle, a good chunk of his weight shifting to elliot himself, but he buries his face into him. ]

Thank you, for being here—

[ it’s more than just a thank you, if the end of his words chopping into an emotional squeak was anything to go by. he had been afraid, but he did it, and now they were here. ]

[And Elliot in return, while Eren's fatigued and weak, lets that weight be taken onto himself and holds Eren, supporting him. Letting him know that he's safe. His voice is quiet, as if the words were just for the two of them]

Of course I'm here. And I'm really proud of you, you know that?

[ his nose is a little runny all of a sudden, but he sniffs, careful not to set himself on him again without wiping his upper lip, just in case. he doesn’t see it yet, but that’s not just a runny nose— his blood pressure’s probably breaking the atmosphere, because that’s a nosebleed. a mild one that could be cleaned pretty easily, but. ]

I’m glad I had the second chance for that. And I’ll be here the same way.

I have no doubt---

[Elliot was pulling back to look Eren in the eyes, when he notices that nosebleed]

Oh. You got a nosebleed. I-Is that normal?

[ eren sniffs again, getting a rather strong taste in his mouth with the smeared trickle over his lips. he pulls back to wipe again, blinking hard to rid his vision of momentary bluriness— his fingers shake as he looks down at them, eyes widened and dazed. like he’s gone for a few seconds, remembering when a man had held a cloth out to him as his weak body shook, as he huffed quietly and bled into his hand as he did now. ]

. . . Yeah, [ he says slowly, coming back on his own and using his sleeve this time. ] When I used it a lot.

[He watches him, looking with concern and confusion when he seems to get that dazed look- was he getting back another memory? It makes him feel concerned, who knows what kind of memories you can get.

But he...seems okayish when he comes out of it? So he just worries his lip a little. ]

O-Oh... [He guesses it makes sense, that it'd take such a toll on his body, even if he doesn't like it. ] W-Would my singing help...?

[ he gives a huffy beginning to a chuckle, but it doesn’t come out as much. at least he’s smiling and close enough to elliot, once he’s cleaning up more or less, to lean his head on his shoulder. ]

I won’t say no. [ he can’t say no to his singing, whether it’d heal him up or not. it heals the soul. ] Your pick.

[His pick huh? He thinks about all the things he could sing as he brushes some of Eren's hair out of his face. A love song? A song that expresses how much he misses him?

...

Nah. Time for a silly little song from a cartoon (Stephen Cosmos maybe?) more fitting for the situation. He's completely grinning while he's singing it too.]

♫ All I wanna do is see you turn into a giant person (a giant person)
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant person
All I wanna do is help you turn into a giant person (a giant person)
All I wanna be is someone who gets to see a giant person ♫

[And as usual, the glowing and feathers will appear- you know the drill by now]

[ . . . hah. that’s not only fitting, but actually really cute. eren’s smile quirks at the tune and lyrics, letting the warmth of feathers and light take him in a soothing hold— or had that just been elliot the entire time? he closes his eyes, relaxing with a serene look on his face. the scars mark his cheeks still, but he’s got more color to them. his breathing is even and easy.

he’s . . . . napping?

well, judging by the silence, the curve he’s gotten into against elliot and the closed eyes— elliot’s made him sleep. as short lived as it will be, they can’t just hang out here— but the steam lifting with the swift blows of windmakes the winter air warm and breatheable. ]

[Crap wrong spell.

Nah, not really. When he sees that Eren's drifted off peacefully? He smiles to himself and shifts around to make himself more comfortable, all while being very careful not to wake the other. Once that's done, he'll just keep on holding him and let him rest for a few minutes. He went through a lot this week, so he deserved a little rest. ]

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