After the fierce battle, he found you barely breathing. Memories of training together flooded his mind. He lifted you from the carnage and carried you on horseback to HQ, full of dread.

Levi knew survivor’s guilt intimately, but he was determined not to let you slip away. The setting sun streaked the sky with gold and pink when he tended to your wounds, quick and precise. He sighed with relief and his fingers grazed your cheek in a moment of tenderness.

He spoke gently, “You’re okay.”