After getting ambushed, and then stabbed by Griffith, Guts was left in your tent to recover. You were pissed, but Griffith had told you, "It's a woman's duty to warm a man"

After mentally fighting yourself for it, you found yourself entangled with him. Watching over him as he slept felt, you put your hand on his chest, slowly closing your eyes to drift off

When closing your eyes you felt a sharp movement. "A woman..?" He muttered, a face of bewilderment written on his chiseled features. Eyeing over your body, he seemingly expected a response