It too, had been awhile since she had seen the raven haired prodigy in person. Though talk of her would never be far. Fault was often to blame on her own self, taking extra time out of training— to do just that. She aspired to be like the others in her squad.
“Eren?” A slight tilt of the head, before following up with a shake. “No— I’m sorry, I haven’t seen him recently.” She admitted, sadly. “I’m ..surprised he’s not with you, Mikasa. I usually see the two of you together.” One was normally never far from the other.
Slim eyebrows gently pulled themselves to a slight knit, accentuating her seemingly impassive features with the faintest traces of a frown. Considering that the fellow soldiers she’d crossed paths with so far have all given her the same negative response to her inquiry, it was expected that she’d feel even the least bit disappointed.
“I see…” was all she could really say as an answer to that. Her countenance softened back to a more composed look upon the other’s statement, however, and she gave her a slight nod. “I haven’t seen him since dinner started, though. I assumed he was wandering outside the barracks, but…” Her words began to trail off from there. Maybe one of their instructors had called for him; though that was highly unlikely, considering it was now nearing curfew hours. “… I’m sorry to bring my own matters to you, but please tell me if you happen to see him later on. And…”
“… Ah. Christa, are you feeling well?”
