Eren Yeager of Shiganshina. He's the one Erwin spoke highly of; the cadet immune to the Titan strain. No picture was provided, just a name in a report. A report that I can hardly read, Camilla whined – the penning was chaotic and messy, but worth the effort. It chronicled the events that followed the sudden epidemic in Trost; witness statements and horrific details that the Royal Government would die to keep from the public. Frankly, it disgusted Camilla. She hated things like this, but in her profession it was inevitable. Only death and tragedy awaited her. But you wanted this remember? Curiosity killed the cat. I asked for it; even made a deal with Erwin to read it. But that was another story.

As for now, she was sitting private in a horse and carriage, heading towards the south; a deserted castle where the Scouts rarely stayed. It was a short, but tedious ride through the Interior checkpoint. Camilla felt exhausted, and with little time, she tried to make heads and tails of the information in the report Erwin allowed her to read. In just a few words, she was sold, eager to meet Eren; to learn from him. Skimming through the pages – the unimportant bits – Camilla found the piece on Eren and reread it. According to a witness – Armin Arlert, she noted – Eren was undeniably bitten. He also confirmed that after being infected, Eren became a Flesh Doll; a term coined by the people of the walls, meaning: a reanimated shell capable of movement but not of rational thought.

The details were vague from then on. Armin went on to explain that unlike a typical Flesh Doll, which devoured humans on sight, Eren became an abnormal. He overlooked the soldiers and began to attack the other corpses, allowing the remaining cadets to escape. The few who stayed behind witnessed him become overwhelmed by them. What excited Camilla about this, was in that moment, he shifted back into a human. His body was able to somehow bind the virus and render it noninfectious. She wanted to know why – the fate of humanity depended on it. But what happened to him after that? The report just ends.

If Camilla had to guess, she'd lean on Eren being detained. If he'd been killed, then Erwin would have never asked for her help. She just hoped the Commander snatched him up before the other branches did. Guess I'll just have to wait and find out. Camilla sighed and sat the report in her lap. There was nothing further it teach her. She had questions, but until she talked to Eren, she wasn't sure they were irrelevant. Angling her neck she popped it, relieving the tension. Damn, I'm drained. She needed a nap.

Luckily for Camilla, the forest was opening up into a clearing; she could see the castle from her window. Aged and covered in moss, she was amazed that Erwin had asked her to meet him at this place. Not like it matters. Trost was in danger mode, and she'd much rather meet off the frontline.

The carriage came to a gentle stop in the courtyard, allowing Camilla a moment to gather her travel bag and exit the cart. She was met at the exterior door by a short, light haired man; a familiar man she met a few times before. He's a vice captain, I think. Last time she saw him, the concerned male was following Hange around like a lost pup.

"Moblit, right?"

He nodded briefly in agreement. "Yes ma'am. The Squad Leader asked me to escort you inside. She and Commander Smith are waiting for you in the meeting room."

Right to business. "Please … if you wouldn't mind." She was eager to get this over, so she could have a nap.

Moblit bobbed his head again and turned, leading her into the castle's windy foyer. Noting the decent shape of the interior – dusted tables and clean floors – Camilla frowned. She felt uneasy about this.

"Excuse me, but is Captain Ackerman here by any chance?"

"Yes ma'am," Moblit confirmed. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "His squad is residing in the castle for the time being."

I was hoping to put off seeing him until I was ready. Honestly, she didn't know what to say to Levi. Her reasons for leaving were justified in her eyes, but she didn't exactly know how he felt about them either. Camilla never asked. She tried to play the scene around in her mind hundreds of times, but she never could remember what Levi said. Not like it will do me any good now. She was there; the meeting room doors were open and waiting for her.

Upon passing into the room, Moblit sealed the doors. The low click drew the attention of the party, who before seemed to be deep in conversation. "Sorry to interrupt, but I–"

"Camilla" – Hange interrupted – "You made it." She failed to notice the eye roll her vice gave her and stood to greet her.

The zealous woman laughed. "Not an easy choice. In fact, it took a lot to get me here; promises and lots of demands." She glanced over at Erwin to stress her point.

"You have my word. However, we'll speak on the matter at another time," Erwin said. He motioned his hand to the chair nearest to her. "Please have a seat."

Camilla did so, briefly glancing to her far right were Levi was seated. He'd been silent the entire time; not like he was much of a social butterfly before. She was just let down that he hadn't so much as look in her direction since her late arrival – his attention was mostly focused on a drawn chart, of what she wasn't sure.

"Let's finish up" – Erwin cleared his throat – "After I return from Trost we'll go over the plans for the next expedition. But, for now, we need to learn as much from Eren as we can."

"That's where I come in," Hange added. Her eyes lit up as she slumped down into her chair. "Eren and I have so much to discuss. I can barely wait."

Camilla rapped her knuckles on the tabletop. "As do I. That is the reason you asked me to come here, Erwin … is it not?"

"Yes … well for now. He is a member of the squad Levi is captain over. All authority over Eren belongs to him, so to speak with him, you will have to make sure he's permitted first," Erwin clarified.

Of course; protocol. She had nearly forgotten. Camilla wasn't happy about this arrangement, but it could be worse. "Assuming that the Captain will let me speak with him tomorrow, I'd like review all the notes our branch has on the Titan strain, and on the Flesh Dolls."

"Need catching up? I have all the knowledge we hold, compiled in notes; rewritten all by me." Hange nodded to her vice, who sat a stack of leather bound journals on the table he retrieved from the floor. She laid her hand flat on the cover of the top book and smiled widely. "Happy reading."

Camilla thanked her. It's going to be a long night. "If this is all you have to tell me, I'd like to go ahead and start."

"By all means," Erwin said. "It's good to have you back, Camilla. If there's anything you need, you can ask. You're a guest here for the time being."

"A room would be nice."

Erwin bobbed his head briefly in agreement. "Of course. Since you were an unexpected addition to the team, unfortunately a room hasn't been prepared for you, but Levi has agreed to let you bunk with him. It's the second door to the right up the stairs."

He did? Camilla gave the unresponsive man a quick look of surprise, unsure about his decision. Frankly, she thought Erwin must have had a hand in this. However, it seemed like her husband wasn't bothered by it either.

Levi raised a brow and stole a look at her. She was flustered and tired, but the same woman he married. "There a reason you're staring at me like that?" Camilla shook in disagreement, but Levi could see that she was conflicted. He wondered just what she expected him to say.

"I think I'll retire then" – Camilla cleared her throat and stood – "Good night."

Hange gently smiled. "Moblit will bring the notes up for you shortly."

Again she cleared her throat, thanking her. As she walked by Levi he gave her the key and went back to looking at the chart. A younger, more innocent version of her would have kissed his cheek and wished him goodnight, but she couldn't bring herself to act so greedy. Instead she gently touched his shoulder and left quickly out the door.