Erwin sits in bed, his left hand moving over to feel his no longer existent right arm, his expression turning to a slight grimace. Ever since that day, he’d not been able to do any work at all, and he felt so useless. He hated it… but at least he had Levi, even if Levi was practically his caretaker now.

Levi walks in the room, carrying a tray of food and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Erwin, setting the tray next to him.

“Evening.” Levi murmurs, raising a spoonful of soup up.