[He doesn't really get it, but...he watches her eyes; in fact, goes so far as to duck his head a little if she averts them for any reason.
[Brown, huh? That makes more sense. Did her eyes always look wrong before? Is he just now noticing? There's brown in her hair too. Why did she change everything dark?]
[She doesn’t look away, if only because even though Aubrey’s eyes seem to watch Eren’s face, she’s not quite focused on him. Or on anything. But his comment gets her attention, and she pulls back belatedly.]
…Thanks. [Not in the mood to deflect. It doesn’t matter.]
Sorry about the mess. [The wounds closing isn’t a magic blood-be-gone.] You can wash up in my place, if you want. I should check on Sunny....
[She says this, but… doesn’t get up, right away. Her body feels like lead.]
He means a lot to you...[Eren's voice is soft, oddly empathetic. He spent the last two weeks protecting someone too. It feels wrong to be away from Subaru now.]
[She’s about to mention Sleepr again, but. Made that mistake with Grog. (Hell, that whole stupid phone thing. More bullshit to be “ready” for.) Whatever Eren knows, he knows.
[Aubrey hauls herself to her feet, extending a hand for her friend. Behind her, the only section of her house that’s been cleared out is the window facing Sunny’s. That wasn’t like that before, either.]
I still… want to train, if that’s okay with you. I need to keep him safe.
[She never, ever, ever wants to pick up a sword again. But, silent, Aubrey picks up her bloodied blade. Wipes it off on her shirt (clean clothes, another thing that feels unimportant), and sheathes it with some prejudice.
[In short order, she returns to Eren with her practice sword—and a spare rag, damp with water. He can wipe the blood off his face, at least.]
[He'd almost forgotten the blood on his face. He accepts the rag to wipe it off. His shins still sting. It's annoying. He's used to being normal again by now.
[Eren is loaded down with blades - his sword from Kanoa (still laying on the ground), his ODM blades, and his practice blade. He hands the dulled one to Aubrey; then, he draws his ODM blades, holding them at his sides.]
Two's better than one. It's not like you have a shield.
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Mm? [Has Sunny mentioned it? Doesn’t really matter; he knows her well. It takes Aubrey a moment to realize what Eren’s talking about.]
Oh. Contacts. [ … ] Thing in my world. [Thorough explanation.]
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[Brown, huh? That makes more sense. Did her eyes always look wrong before? Is he just now noticing? There's brown in her hair too. Why did she change everything dark?]
You look nice.
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[She doesn’t look away, if only because even though Aubrey’s eyes seem to watch Eren’s face, she’s not quite focused on him. Or on anything. But his comment gets her attention, and she pulls back belatedly.]
…Thanks. [Not in the mood to deflect. It doesn’t matter.]
Sorry about the mess. [The wounds closing isn’t a magic blood-be-gone.] You can wash up in my place, if you want. I should check on Sunny....
[She says this, but… doesn’t get up, right away. Her body feels like lead.]
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…He does.
[She’s about to mention Sleepr again, but. Made that mistake with Grog. (Hell, that whole stupid phone thing. More bullshit to be “ready” for.) Whatever Eren knows, he knows.
[Aubrey hauls herself to her feet, extending a hand for her friend. Behind her, the only section of her house that’s been cleared out is the window facing Sunny’s. That wasn’t like that before, either.]
I still… want to train, if that’s okay with you. I need to keep him safe.
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[She never, ever, ever wants to pick up a sword again. But, silent, Aubrey picks up her bloodied blade. Wipes it off on her shirt (clean clothes, another thing that feels unimportant), and sheathes it with some prejudice.
[In short order, she returns to Eren with her practice sword—and a spare rag, damp with water. He can wipe the blood off his face, at least.]
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[Eren is loaded down with blades - his sword from Kanoa (still laying on the ground), his ODM blades, and his practice blade. He hands the dulled one to Aubrey; then, he draws his ODM blades, holding them at his sides.]
Two's better than one. It's not like you have a shield.
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[Aubrey’s eyes widen a bit, the most alert she’s looked with Eren since… well, not counting whatever that meltdown was? Since before all this started.
[She takes his practice blade. Might be placebo, but it feels heavier than hers somehow. Weighted.] Dual wielding, huh…
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[She stands up straighter.] All right.
[It wasn’t a failure of her blade that nearly got Sunny killed. But maybe if she’s stronger, more sure of herself in the first place…]
Let’s go.