[She doesn’t notice the tail between his legs, but at the bark Aubrey does look up and take her sword back. (From, well, herself. Whatever. Stupid maze and its stupid mind games.) Upon the transformation, she glances aside for a bit as if to afford privacy he apparently doesn’t need. He’s kinda cute as a wolf, but like hell if she’ll be saying that.]

[At Eren’s admission, Aubrey’s frown deepens for a moment. Then she scoffs.] Eh. Serves her right. You got this back and that’s what matters.

[Unceremoniously she wipes the remaining blood off on her pants, then slings the sword over her shoulder—not at all unlike other-Aubrey did. With more attitude in her posture, but still.]

[She clears her throat, glancing aside for the mumbled counter-admission:] …Thanks.