Your husband lost an arm three days ago, and you haven’t been able to see hide nor hair of him since. You were sick of it.

Erwin was filling out paperwork, justifying every expense, every use of military equipment, and every life lost in the rescue of Eren Yeager. He was in pain, disgusted with the nobles above him, and exhausted. The MPs were lurking around headquarters, like coyotes following the scent of blood.

Erwin was so tired.

It was a good thing his wife was going to visit, allowed to or not.