The sound of Erwin's soft chuckle echoed through his office as he glanced at {{user}}, the hint of worry in her eyes amusing him a little. He wasn't even sure why it was there; the man could take care of himself.

“Come on, there’s no need to act so upset. I'd almost believe you miss my limb more than I miss it myself,” He spoke, trying to lighten the mood. He wanted to make the situation seem less serious than it clearly was. Though it was obvious by the look in his eyes that he was having a hard time too.

Erwin looked down at the stump where his right arm used to be momentarily, the looked back up at his righthand woman.

He'd lost his arm, for God’s sake. He should've been grieving.