[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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[reviling]

[probably, most likely - he can't really tell right now, but he'll go with that as an excuse. A fever, really. The cloth seems to settle him a little, closing his eyes at the brief relief it brings pressed coolly to his forehead.]

Fine...

[petreefied]

[As if on cue, the kettle whistles shrilly. Petra quickly pulls the cloth back and wets it again before laying it across Levi's forehead, waiting a moment to make sure it stays in place. When she's satisfied it won't fall in his lap, she rises to stand, impulsively reaching to touch his cheek for a brief second.]

I'll be back, I promise.

[She leaves quickly, not wanting to give him a chance to worry or protest. It doesn't take long to set up the tea, having set out everything when she was in the kitchen earlier. She moves briskly and efficiently, and she returns relatively quickly, carefully setting the cup of tea on the nightstand.]

It's still too hot to drink, but it'll be ready in a few minutes.

[Normally, she'd let it cool down before presenting it, but she doesn't want to leave him alone like this, not when he's already asked to to stay with him.]

[reviling]

[she'll be back, and logically he understands, but there's a strange panic that seems to fill his chest slowly as he watches her leave, as though if she does leave, he won't see her again.

Ever again.

But by the time he manages to be worried enough to cry out, she returns, and the strange feeling dissipates.

Everything seems hazier around her though, even moreso than before.]

Petra...tell Erd...he's in charge while I'm sick...

[petreefied]

Eld? [It comes out as a high pitched squeak, her cheerful expression falling immediately. That was a name she hadn't wanted to speak of since arriving, since realizing that they hadn't followed her here. It was much too bitter to think of him, all of them. Why was he suddenly bringing that up?]

I'll be sure to tell him that, sir. [Petra's proud of herself for keeping her tone even, not choking on her words and putting on her bright expression again. She can only hope he drops the subject; she doesn't know how long she can play along, and it couldn't be good for his health if she reminded him, however gently, of what had happened in the forest.] Just focus on taking care of yourself, and we'll take care of everything else in the meanwhile, okay?

[reviling]

[an unfortunate thing, a fever. He can't seem to remember things clearly, or rather that things that would have seemed normal at one point but now are not, aren't registering properly. Levi can't see how she struggles, his usually strong sensitivities to the subtle non-verbal cues of others dulled by his illness.

He closes his eyes, seemingly content, and seems to relax a little more.]

Thankss...

[petreefied]

[Petra's glad of that--had he been more coherent, he could have easily called her out on any lie she could have concocted. Though if he was more coherent, she wouldn't need to make up stories about dead comrades.]

Of course, sir. I'll stay with you a little longer, but I'll find him in a bit.

[Her fingers clench in her lap, but she'll watch him closely, that content expression pulling at her heart. It wasn't often that she got to see this kind of face, and even if it meant talking about the others, she'd rather see him like this than the way he looked when he had called her name earlier.]