It's good to see him like this. To see Levi allow himself to be gently fussed over and tended to, to let go for a little while of having to seem like he's fine at holding himself upright, no matter what other pain or burdens he may be carrying.

Erwin continues to send tendrils of healing magic deep into the damaged tissue, soothing mangled nerve endings, relaxing muscle with gentle presses and circles of his fingers. His eyes are entirely fixed on Levi's face, though, watching the way the almost perpetual furrow of his brow relaxes and eases, as though he's about to fall asleep. Floating, weightless for once.

He deserves more time like this.

When he finally (barely) resurfaces, Erwin just smiles, thumb caressing at some soft, untouched skin behind his knee.

"I wouldn't have been able to work this magic before," he points out. "But I'm happy to do it again, anytime you wish."