Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Seventy One

It'd been approximately two months since Levi snatched Amelia from the underground, seven weeks to be exact.

She actually was doing fairly well, but these things do not tend to heal overnight. She took Levi's advice and began talking to Hange on a regular basis about her night terrors, which have steadily improved the more she opened to them about her experience, in depth, beyond the walls.

Her ankle, it seemed, steadily rose in the healing process. No more splint required, except she should focus on rebuilding the durability she lost. Her left hand still had no feeling whatsoever- something Amelia deducted as rather peculiar while she attempted to become accustomed to the shift, though she already knew training would literally be hell. Finally, Amelia had yet to regain her memories.

Despite this, her and Levi were wonderful, following their difficult discussion pertaining to the events that transpired the evening she fled, as well as her doubts surrounding herself and their relationship. Levi, surprisingly, hadn't called her 'idiot' or 'brat' once through the duration of the conversation. Instead, he simply listened and contemplated her expressed doubts and disturbances. He even told her how he'd felt guilty too, knowing he marginally influenced her drastic behavior (though she persuaded him to admit the sentiment was false because her own choices are what led her astray). Recently, Levi started to sleep in the same mattress as her again, careful not to overstep any boundaries between them. Nonetheless, she preferred the close proximity, otherwise she wouldn't have assured him (practically a hundred instances) that it was indeed okay.

So yeah, everything was good.

This excluded the fact that the infamous duo failed to address minute details, like her emotions when she was left behind, or confer in regards to the note she'd prepared for him years ago; obviously, there were more necessary manners to tend to first. But at this point, they'd been settled for awhile; maybe it was time to have the overly transparent dialogue they both dreaded.

Amelia, graced with the fortunate chance to sit outside, intently watched the sky, countlessly trying to recollect the particular memories she perilously longed to regain. Her knees skimmed along her torso, her chin casually resting on them.