At that moment, Historia, who occupied the bunk below Mikasa's, fluttered her long eyelashes. Hearing faint panting outside the door, she rubbed her eyes. Moonlight fell across her cheeks, giving her an almost holy beauty.
Historia could not help remembering their time in the wooden cabin in the snow, and her cheeks flushed. What was Chen Si doing now... Was he doing all right in the Survey Corps...?
Historia lifted her blanket and rolled over to get out of bed. Sitting on the edge, she stretched out her little feet and swung them in the air, but her pale feet could not reach the floor.
Historia climbed out of bed. One shoulder strap slipped slightly, exposing most of her snow-white shoulder. Rubbing her eyes, she walked to the dormitory door, opened it, and stepped outside.
Mikasa's fist greeted her, stopping just in front of her nose. Historia froze for a moment as the gust from the punch stirred her golden hair.
"Christa?" Mikasa withdrew her fist in surprise.
"Mikasa? Why aren't you asleep yet?" Historia asked. Then she looked at Mikasa's short tank top and frowned.
"I'm training," Mikasa said flatly.
"You'll catch a cold like that. I'll get your jacket." Historia turned to go back into the room.
"No need." Mikasa stretched out an arm and braced it against the wall, blocking Historia's path.
"Christa, you're kind and gentle. You're a wonderful girl, and you really would make a wonderful wife. But you're simply not suited to stand beside my Older Brother." Mikasa suddenly turned her head toward the window as she spoke to Historia.
"Mikasa..." Historia blinked her large, Blue Sapphire-like eyes in confusion.
"My Older Brother carries an enormous responsibility. He's destined to walk a path drenched in blood. He'll always be at the forefront of the