[luceti]written; backdated to the 17th

[reviling]

First; Anyone experienced with carpentry or building small structures, respond here. I have a small project for you if you're so inclined. We can work out a deal if necessary.

Second; If you expected to meet with me today or tomorrow, consider our plans cancelled unless you wish to suffer from an upper respiratory infection.


[Filtered 85% to: Jean, Marco, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Farlan, Petra, Hange, Erwin]

All Cadets: We'll be establishing a training schedule at the end of the week. Consider this some extra free time to become familiar with the area and check in with Erwin if you learn something that seems important.

Hange: This is your fault.


[action; Levi woke up this morning with the full force of a cold which is likely the direct result of being dragged into a fountain of cold water thanks to Hange when she first arrived (or so he assumes). He's hacking up a lung and generally crankier than usual and staying in bed for the next two days drinking tea and sleeping and probably not going to be the most pleasant person to interact with, so approach at your own risk.]

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[forelocked]

No problem.

[He reaches out a hand to him, face softening.]

I'll help you up. And you'll feel better in a minute.

[reviling]

[Levi deliberately takes Farlan's hand with the one he hadn't coughed into - it's bad enough that he's allowing him to be exposed to his illness this long, he won't directly make the possibility of him getting sick worse because he wiped his germs on him thoughtlessly.

It's just gross anyway.

He grips Farlan's hand tighter than strictly necessary, perhaps. Every day he still wrestles with the realization that he's here. Farlan has to know by now what happened, and Levi owes him the honesty of saying that it was his fault. But he can't make himself bring it up, and Farlan hasn't asked.

So he'll wait if he ever asks.]

Thanks.

[forelocked]

[It wasn't exactly difficult for Farlan to figure out what must have happened, considering Levi's silence on the subject. Not that he knows exactly what happened. The fact that the last thing he remembers was being out on the mission is one thing, but--well, the nobles would have been just as glad to exterminate them.

He's not sure what good knowing the truth would do. From what he understands, he won't be able to change anything back home. He'll just die, that's all. It's more than a little depressing. He sighs.]

No problem. Now just breathe this steam in. It'll make you feel better. And since you have some salt and pepper, we can use those to help you, too.

[He did go through the cabinets. Well, he had to. Salt and pepper are expensive at home and would have to be stolen, but that problem doesn't exist here.]