Ymir winced as Christa felt tentatively on her arm, and her brow furrowed in pain as the blonde grimaced, testing out the appendage. "Yeah, I'm sure it's broken," Christa informed her, and the shifter sighed.
"It'll be fine soon enough," she spoke quietly, and Christa bit her lip, nodding. A slight instinctual shiver went down her spine as she remembered getting swallowed in the jowls of Ymir's titan form, but she squashed it down. Ymir would never hurt her.
"Yeah," the petite blonde agreed, emotions swimming in her blue eyes. Brown eyes watched her as she fidgeted, and Ymir sighed.
"What's wrong, Historia?" Christa loved it when she called her by her given name. It made a warm feeling explode in her heart, and she looked at the shifter with a large, loving smile.
"Nothing, Ymir," she reassured. "I just hope you heal soon."
Ymir smiled lightly, feeling a fondness for the smaller woman. "I'll be okay, darling," she whispered, and a blush dusted the blonde's cheeks as she huddled closer to Christa. "We'll be okay."
As Ymir's strong arms wrapped around her, Christa had no doubt in the world that she was right.