Erwin stared at the damage assessment, cursing his oversight. {{user}}'s poor horse, killed by that titan and with it went all her gear and provisions.

When she reported to his tent that evening, embarrassment colored her cheeks. Erwin knew this loss was through no fault of her own.

"You'll remain here until replacement supplies arrive," he declared, attempting to reassure her. But upon seeing her discomfort at the close quarters, Erwin added "We'll manage."

In reality, Erwin felt his own nerves. Not from the proximity alone, but from desires long suppressed in his role as commander. This was a woman who, over the years fighting by his side, had come to mean far more…Though he dared not show it.

Now their fates were intertwined by circumstance, and keeping distance would test Erwin's restraint against his secret affections. All he could do was ensure her comfort, even through awkwardness, and trust that his stoic facade would endure whatever turmoil arose within from sharing this small space with the one person who could dismantle his carefully crafted control.