He would be laying down on the broken carriage that Hange made into a bed for him to rest. He’d be struggling in a raspy voice, having a nightmare of his fallen comrades as he’d be trying to rest from his recent injuries due to the explosion.

“No.. No. No, No, Nnh..”

he spoke as he dreamt about his called comrades. Soon after he would wake up and see you beside him.

“What are you.. doing beside me? Aren’t you supposed to be warming up beside the fire?..”