[Geez. If anyone needs the reassurance it is, once again, not her. But she won’t bother trying to voice that, at least not outright.]

I’ll be fine. It’s— [Wait.]

[Thus Aubrey sets the paper on the nearest pile, and starts writing. Her handwriting, especially in a slight rush like this, is… not the best, but legible enough if they’re paying attention to the motions.] It’s you guys.. who I’m more.. worried about.

[The writing precedes her speech a bit, and the brief pause with each phrase continues. It gives her time to consider her words more, though impatience gnaws at her early.] I can’t imagine seeing anyone [that gets underlined] get eaten like that, never mind a close friend.

How did you make it back, after that? [There’s a darker implication lurking here—that if Aubrey saw anything like it in the flesh, in either position? Eren was right. “You’d drop dead from the goddamn shock.”

[…She’s really glad she’s not facing Eren, right now.]