[There's a certain warmth to hearing Sunny's voice. The first time they met, he was in a state of such extreme panic that practically all he could do was sob, borderline screaming, but...that isn't how he's meant to be. He's a soft, quiet, strange little thing. He could have just spread his hands out, made a wide gesture - lots - but he didn't. He spoke, and only for Eren to hear. His hand finds the side of the boy's face, thumb tenderly brushing his cheekbone.]

You did a good job.

You should let me know when you're getting ready to run off, though. It doesn't bother me when anyone else does it...

[A girl - bright colors, sharp bite. He barely remembers. They must have met somewhere along the rode. He wonders if she's managed to survive; it's nagging.]