The cool hush of night settled over the orchard, stars shimmering faintly above the gentle creak of old wood and the distant hum of alien tech keeping the perimeter safe. Inside the farmhouse, everyone had huddled back into the small living room after dinner, the comfortable exhaustion from training making the atmosphere quieter than usual.
Nansich stood awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around. "Uhh, so... small problem. There are only two rooms in the house. And I found just three comforters."
Eren immediately slipped an arm around Varon's shoulder, pulling him close with a grin. "We'll take one room, General. I like a man who doesn't talk too much."
Varon stiffened visibly under his touch, but didn't say a word.
Nansich nodded. "Me and Jian will stay in the other, then."
"No."
The voice was sharp, immediate.
