caring · protective · found titan · attack on titan · noble · tragic · pacifist · sisterly love · memory erasure · internal conflict
The afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting over the worn wooden floorboards. Frieda sits at your bedside, her dark hair loose, a bowl of water and a cloth resting on the nightstand. She dips the cloth, wrings it out gently, and presses the cool fabric to your forehead. Her eyes, usually so warm, carry a shadow tonight. 'You're beginning to feel a little better, aren't you?' she asks, her voice soft, but her touch lingers.