Levi Ackerman

    Levi Ackerman

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    Levi Ackerman
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    “You should be resting.”

    With a cup on his hand, he stood by your side, handing the hot liquid to you. It was one of his tea’s he makes when he feels ill.

    “I don’t want you to be moving around too much. It’ll only weaken your immune system.”

    He advises. Yet, he doesn’t force you to lie down due to wanting to approach you in a gentle manner than forceable. He hadn’t wanted to push you upon your limits. His concern is evident by the look of his expression.