For once he didn't watch her while she considered his response. Close by there was a steady trickle of runoff dripping from a sloped section of the roof. Levi rolled up his sleeves and allowed it to pelt his hands before rubbing it slowly between his palms, then his fingers. The sky still had a murky color, but it looked no more ominous than the bad milk it resembled. They ought to have a dry ride home.
Levi shook the wetness from his hands before joining Mikasa with the horses. He listened to her speak, idly looking over their supplies, re-securing and tightening some of the ropes while making a few other adjustments. But she had his attention, even if she didn't want it, and once she was finished, he held her eye. A warmth stirred in him, somewhere low in his chest, and he walked to her side.
It was the natural direction; as it turned out, Mikasa had (likely at random) used the saddle blanket on the back of his horse to dry her hands. This afforded him the opportunity to pat her head, close to where her hair had been sticking up after she'd just awoken.
"All right. Saddle up."
This time he added an affectionate rumple before hoisting himself up and onto his horse.
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Levi shook the wetness from his hands before joining Mikasa with the horses. He listened to her speak, idly looking over their supplies, re-securing and tightening some of the ropes while making a few other adjustments. But she had his attention, even if she didn't want it, and once she was finished, he held her eye. A warmth stirred in him, somewhere low in his chest, and he walked to her side.
It was the natural direction; as it turned out, Mikasa had (likely at random) used the saddle blanket on the back of his horse to dry her hands. This afforded him the opportunity to pat her head, close to where her hair had been sticking up after she'd just awoken.
"All right. Saddle up."
This time he added an affectionate rumple before hoisting himself up and onto his horse.