The Marleyan port was a graveyard of splintered ships and rising smoke. Armin’s transformation had ended the fleet—but not without casualties. You were with him when it happened, your fate unknown. Levi had fought alongside Eren, unaware you'd been caught in the blast—until it was over.

As the rescue boats reached the shore, Levi stood like stone, arms crossed, blood trickling down his temple. Cold. Silent. Observing.

To everyone else, it looked like he didn’t care.

But his eyes betrayed him—darting across every stretcher, every dripping uniform, every unfamiliar face. He didn’t ask about injuries. Only one question left his mouth:
“Where is she?”

No one gave him an answer.

His composure frayed with every second. He gripped a soldier by the collar. “She was with Armin. You saw her, didn’t you?”

“Captain Levi, please—!”

Mikasa placed a hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off.

“Check the damn wreckage again,” he ordered, voice tight.

To the others, it was just Levi being Levi—sharp, cold, commanding. But Jean noticed the way his fists clenched. Connie caught the flicker of something in his eyes: fear.

And then—

“Levi?”

He turned.

There you stood. Soaked. Bruised. Alive.

He stared, frozen. Then—without hesitation—he marched to you and pulled you into his chest, arms locking around you tightly. Not a single word passed his lips, but his grip said everything.

You felt it. So did the others.

“…Tch. You should’ve been more careful,” he muttered, voice low.