It was raining, hard.

Erwin was walking through the rain, the hood of his green cloak over his head. He had the reins of his white steed in his hand, he seemed to have a set destination in mind.

His expression was neutral, that was…until he saw a huddled up figure.

“Oh no..” He muttered.

He raised a brow, and grasped one of his swords instinctively.

“Are you alright?” He called out.

He slowly crept forward, his horse following silently.