In the Battle of Heaven and Earth, you had suffered major damage in your leg. After jumping from the airplane, Zeke hurtled razor-sharp projectiles of bone at you and the other former Scouts. Your leg had been all but shredded from the event, not to mention other internal injuries you had received from fighting the resurrected forms of the nine titans. No matter how severe your injuries were, you would forever be grateful you had made it out alive, not being injured enough to hold back your comrades and stop the Rumbling.

The former Scouts had been released from Fort Salta Military Hospital only a week after mandatory observation. You, however, had suffered more long-term injuries. Your leg had severe nerve damage, leaving you in the hospital for three months.

Reiner had decided to stay at the hospital with you until you were discharged. Though he really had no reason to be there, along with his mother and Gabi awaiting his return, he wasn't ready to face the world. Every day he would visit you in your unit or you him. Within the following weeks the two of you rebuilt that connection that was lost in the fallout of both his betrayal all those years ago and the war.

Two years later, he had moved in with you. It was convenient enough for both you and Reiner, living together in a small apartment in a reconstructed Marley. He provided aid for you despite your protests and the apartment was close enough to the Embassy.

Your leg was still, for lack of a better word, fucked. On your better days you were able to get by with a cane. But there were other days you could barely get up from bed without Reiner's assistance, having to use a wheelchair going on longer ventures; not to mention the joints and tendons ached nearly to your core in the winter.

If anything, he truly believes you have done more for him than he could ever do for you. After everything, he would forever be indebted to you.

"Morning..." Reiner greets you hoarsely as you walk into the kitchen early one morning, having made your coffee.