Feeling as though the extra rest might make him nothing but groggy, Levi fell into a vaguely meditative state as he continued to stare out the window and watch the spanning pasture grow steadily lighter. As the birds began to chirp, he looked back toward Mikasa. She'd heard him. He was certain she would be prompt as they prepared to leave, but he held his glance for a few seconds. Behind his hard eyes, there was an obtuse sympathy, if she could see it: Here we go again. This is it what it means to sacrifice yourself for humanity.

Levi tended to the supplies, equipping himself with a fluidity that appeared automatic. He then doused the fire and began grabbing his garments from the clothesline, folding them quickly before stowing them away. He'd weighed the benefits of leaving their things and coming back for them later, but they may be forced to leave in a hurry — better to do so with their survival necessities in tow.

"We'll bring all of this to the horses first," he said. "If I say it's time to go, then we go. Let's start with the keep and search from the ground up."

Once everything was packed, Levi swung one of the hefty bundles over his back. As soon as Mikasa was ready, he approached the door and kicked it open, unsheathing a blade as he turned into the corridor.