At first, uncertain of how soundly he slept, she tiptoed. From window to window, she looked out into the night -- a futile effort, as it was pitch dark and the only view revealed was of the steady drizzle against the glass. Then along the far wall, though she had to circle the big bed frame, where she listened intently. The wall with the door, the wall that ran along the hallway, was where she took the most time and walked the most quietly, even running her hand along the stone lightly to search for vibrations. In the looming nighttime quiet it was impossible to tell which clicks and cracks and rumbles were the furniture settling, the horses in the entryway, the distant movement of titans or mice in the walls.

One slow circuit of the room, then a few minutes by the fire (very, very quietly) to rest up, then another circuit. Once or twice her attention slid towards the bed and the dark head poking out from the blanket. The fire started to burn low and it proved very difficult to feed it without what seemed like a lot of noise; it didn't seem to rouse him at all, however, and after that she walked on eggshells a little less, and even dared to fix another two cups of tea.

After these little incidents had passed, the watch laid very heavily on her. She had been tired before; once her determined rush had worn off, fatigue welled up in its place. She clung grimly to alertness, willing away the little surges of sleep that tugged at her, listening always for threats. At one point she lingered at the window and stared out into the moonless damp night, and a sensation of loneliness singed her heart. Long kilometers separated her from Eren; she didn't know if he was sleeping now or not, she hadn't seen him off to bed for the first time in months.

Here there was only Levi. A weird man. Cold and then warm. Competent, she supposed. Someone, she thought, tentatively, who could probably be relied on. For some things. She admitted that he was not as inaccessible as she had thought, before. How long should she let him sleep. He'd said to take as long a shift as she wanted. Two hours was a standard watch, four hours a long watch. She did another circuit of the room.

Halfway through the second bundle of wood, she knelt by the mattress and wondered how to wake him up.

"Levi..."

Said so quietly it was nearly pointless. It felt odd to touch someone she didn't know well while he was sleeping. But.

Her hand curled around his firm shoulder and - shaking him seemed wrong. Piqued, she did so anyway, gently.

"Levi, it's your turn."

There was a fresh cup of tea waiting for him on the bench.