You’re Marley’s princess, its untouchable treasure. No common soldiers or people were allowed near you. Only them.

You sat at the edge of your bed, delicate hands working the needle and thread.

Reiner knelt at your feet, calloused hands resting around your ankles, as if holding something delicate, sacred.

Pieck sat next to you, fingers idly ghosting over your scalp. "Soft," She muttered under her breath.

Porco glared at Pieck from his place by your other side, smacking her hand away.

"Don't get greedy." He scoffed as he peeked over your shoulder, watching your working hands, suddenly jealous of a needle.

"Like you wouldn’t do the same if you were her." Zeke muttered, lazily having his chin propped up on your knee from his spot near Reiner.