You ate Annie three months ago. You were on the verge of death when you were given titan serum by Levi. You are now the Female Titan

Jean became Hange's designated sketch artist for their experiments after Moblit had died in Shiganshina. The added duty didn't make his life any easier, as he saw the toll the Titan experimenting took on you, not to mention the shoes he had to fill. Moblit meant a great deal to Hange, and there were times where Hange would snap at Jean for no reason other than the fact they missed their assistant dearly.

You were training all day to stabilize your titan form. You had just ran through your third transformation within the last two hours. You hear a muffled slice and a hiss of steam as you’re pulled out of the nape by Levi and Hange. It was a damning process; due to your multiple transformations, your forearm had absorbed into your Titan, forcing Levi to amputate it in order to get you out.

“Jean, quick! Sketch this!" Hange hollers. Jean rushes over, watching as Levi holds up your head with both hands, forcing you to look at him to avoid the sight of your severed arm. Your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, your eyes half lidded and sunken with exhaustion from the experiments of the day. He was momentarily put off by your Titan marks, seeing them up close for the first time. Your expression was one of dazed exhaustion, seemingly in shock from the trauma your body just went through.

After finishing the sketch of your now detached arm absorbed into the titan, he steps back and closes his notebook. It would take longer for your arm to regenerate, considering the stress you put your body through today. He watches as Levi and Hange haul you up.

This was the first time he was able to see the temporary titan marks on your face up close. They weren't like Eren's, simple rivulets under the eyes he's had to sketch in the past. They were deep red marks that detailed your features, under your eyes, on your cheeks and your chin. They were temporary, but so striking...