[ Petra admired Levi for his strength and his resolve; that was no secret. She also often tended to be the caregiver of their unit. That was no secret, either. She was always willing to sacrifice a little dignity for the sake of being the one to shed tears for a fallen comrade, always willing to go hungry for the sake of sharing her rations with those in her unit who might be hungrier than she, always the first to show empathy. The men in her unit, they felt pain, they felt loss, but they were hardened in such a way that prevented them from truly showing when they needed something. It was rare for an occasion to happen when weakness was readily and openly admitted. They were too dignified and respected much of the time.
When Levi expressed that he had no true home, nowhere to go, Petra reached out to him. He had always been a good leader, and though he had a strange way of showing it, he did have kindness about him. He protected them, and he cared about them, and even when he didn't show it she could see it in his face. Years of losing subordinates and friends hadn't worn away the emotion that sometimes betrayed him, though it was only ever visible in his eyes.
She was happy to oblige the wake-up call. They were used to far less sleep and far earlier wake-up calls. Petra was awake at five, prepared for the day at five thirty, and by a quarter til six she was steeping a pot of tea to share with him. The rain was light and fragrant, not a downpour like they sometimes encountered on their missions, but a fresh, gentle sprinkling. At 5:59, she approached Levi and placed her hand on his shoulder. ]
Captain? It's six. [ Her voice is sweet and soft, because she doesn't want to wake him abruptly. Not when he has a chance to relax. ]
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When Levi expressed that he had no true home, nowhere to go, Petra reached out to him. He had always been a good leader, and though he had a strange way of showing it, he did have kindness about him. He protected them, and he cared about them, and even when he didn't show it she could see it in his face. Years of losing subordinates and friends hadn't worn away the emotion that sometimes betrayed him, though it was only ever visible in his eyes.
She was happy to oblige the wake-up call. They were used to far less sleep and far earlier wake-up calls. Petra was awake at five, prepared for the day at five thirty, and by a quarter til six she was steeping a pot of tea to share with him. The rain was light and fragrant, not a downpour like they sometimes encountered on their missions, but a fresh, gentle sprinkling. At 5:59, she approached Levi and placed her hand on his shoulder. ]
Captain? It's six. [ Her voice is sweet and soft, because she doesn't want to wake him abruptly. Not when he has a chance to relax. ]