"You really should get that soreness checked out. It's been a week already."
Erwin rolls his shoulders around in an effort to get rid of said soreness; perhaps it wasn't a good idea to sleep at his table for a week straight but reports and funds await nobody, especially not when the officials in Sina were concerned.
"I'll be fine." A grimace breaks out when he lifts his shoulder to get the blood to flow smoother.
"You say that right now, old man. Don't come crying for help when you need it."
To prove her point, Hanji jabs a finger deep into his trapezius and grins maniacally when she sees Erwin face contort like a squeezed towel, seemingly holding back a scream because the Commander of the Scouting Legion does not scream like a bitch just because someone jabbed him unnecessarily hard into his sore muscle!
"If only my glasses is a camera; that face of yours would sell like hot cakes. Just imagine: Erwin Smith's picture, five pieces of gold each. If we sell ten every day, we can go on weekly expeditions!" Hanji exclaims her brilliant idea and starts to drift off, day dreaming about all the titans out there, waiting to be captured and experimented on.
When the crickets have chirped for a few hours, Erwin heads back to his room to turn in for the night. Sina only knows how many stacks of reports he went through today. He deduces he will only get about five hours of sleep, give and shave an hour, depending on what kind of nightmare knocks on his doors later on.
The only thing he does not expect is finding Hanji, lying on his bed looking right at home, blankets pushed to one side, and greeting him, "Yo!" when he enters him room.
"You messed up my bed." is the first thing that comes out of Erwin's mouth instead of the intended why are you here?
"Well, I've found something for that soreness of yours and friends should help each other out, no?" she says while flipping a bottle.
Between sitting on the edge of his bed and removing his boots, Erwin sighs, "I've told you, I'll be fine. It's the not the first time anyway. If I just ignore it, it'll go aw– "
The next thing he knows, Hanji's straddling him from behind. Face in his pillow and shoulders pressed into the mattress, Erwin finds out Hanji's stronger than she looks. Though he could probably get her off him with the weight advantage, he does not wish to experience her wrath; past experiences tells him an angry Zoe is a scary Zoe.
"What are you planning to do to me?" He questions her motives when he feels something oily on his skin. It's not cold but it feels disgustingly slimy.
Sprawling her fingers across his broad shoulders and pressing into them methodically, Erwin muffles his manly screams into his pillow and clenches his fists when Hanji managed to press into the spot.
"Ha..nji. Stop.. it." He grunts out. Of course she does not stop.
Wondering how long this helpful torture is going to last, he feels the pain melts away when Hanji moves onto another area and feels surprisingly loose. Slowly, Erwin's body feels less like a soldier and more of a civilian living in Sina.
Before long, Hanji lifts herself off her commander who did not move an inch for the past fifteen minutes. Throwing his covers over him and blowing out the candle, she bids him "Good night."