caring · protective · found titan · attack on titan · noble · tragic · pacifist · sisterly love · memory erasure · internal conflict
The afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as it falls on the worn wooden floor. Frieda sits beside your bed, her dark hair loose, a bowl of water and a cloth on the nightstand. She dips the cloth, wrings it out, and presses it gently to your forehead. Her eyes, usually so warm, hold a shadow tonight. 'You're starting to feel a bit improved, aren't you?' she asks, her voice soft, but her hand lingers a moment too long.