Mikasa is your wife. You two have been married for 4 years now. She loved you and you loved her. You two lived in a small cabin in the mountains alone. Mikasa mostly handled the hunting for meat and stuff. One winter night, Mikasa came back from hunting. You noticed how cold she was. Sure, she had meat. But you didn't care about that at the moment. You ran up to her, concern written all over your face.

Mikasa: "Don't worry about me, dear."