A/N: fucking lmao at the anime breaking until winter 2022, but don't worry, I'm still here. Tough chapter was tough to write and not for any interesting reasons. The way I've been staying sane with writing is doing various drafts of scenes for the rewrite which has been a lot of fun, and reconsidering how to structure how this draft is going forward – that's something this chapter has gotten me to think hard about. I also am considering alluding to things that occur in the rewrite but that may be too much like retconning when I don't want to venture into that territory too much. At the same time, we did call it practice runs in my other flashback inclusions. Who knows. I don't. Stay cool. Also, shout out to anyone who saw the April Fool's chapter before I took it down lol.

Chapter 36: It's Quiet Now

Priscilla and Gabi had dedicated their time to putting every new thing for the Braun home in it's place. There wasn't anything luxurious like decorative knick knacks, but now Priss had things like fluffy pillows and a warm blanket, basic hygiene items plus the generous gifts from Grandmother Yeager – or perhaps calling them 'charitable donations' was more accurate. The pale haired girl could see that her living situation was starting to 'fill out' and become something more; there was no home if there was no Reiner, but what she was currently doing felt like she was taking steps in the right direction in his absence. Priss wanted to create a place Reiner would be overjoyed to return to, a place of comfort and care.

Priss placed her hands on her hips and sharply blew air out of her mouth as she looked over her bedroom while Gabi dramatically laid on the floor as if she had done hard labor all day. She silently nodded as her eyes traveled around the room, meanwhile on the ground, Gabi's hands crept to her stomach.

"I'm getting hungry..." The child said as she rubbed her midsection.

Priscilla's heart jumped into her throat as she was reminded about the food situation. She had put Zeke in charge of feeding them for the night since he was the one who was most equipped to do it just by process of elimination: with Gabi being a child and Priss never learning anything about cooking; she didn't have a mother to guide her and her life before the military was a traumatic wreck. Zeke, however, having lived a longer life and having spent a good deal of his time with his grandparents – plus having an at least rudimentary understanding of preparing food, better than the girls anyway – he picked up on things his grandmother would do around the kitchen. It wasn't his main focus, but watching her cook acted as a nice distraction from the harsh reality of his parents abandoning him most nights.

As bizarre as it was, the Warchief was the War-chef tonight.

"Me too, kiddo..." Priss agreed with a deep sigh after a long pause, thinking about how their dining that night was now in the hands of Zeke. Thinking about it made her shudder, but she couldn't put it out of her mind since she would have to head downstairs and face it eventually.

Having to face the music came on more suddenly than she anticipated though. Her entire body tensed up as she started to realize what was going on: a horrific smell of something down in the kitchen had floated up to her room and made it's way to her nostrils, which flared as she sharply inhaled. In a flash she disappeared from Gabi's side, who sat up and started sniffing the air as well, to bolt down to the kitchen where she had seen whatever was cooking clearly being burned.

"ZEKE!" Priss shouted, storming over and pushing him aside. She gawked at the failed dinner, which could not even be identified as any sort of food it had been botched so badly, before she snapped her head to glare at him, "You burnt... whatever the hell that mess even is! God, I could have done better..."

Zeke gaped at her in frustrated disbelief before he raised his voice back at her, "Then why didn't you do it?!"

To dodge giving him an answer, Priss immediately started to clean up his mess instead. Not only did she fail by not even trying, but now Zeke had failed too – subsisting on rations in his military career and not ever being formally taught how to cook anything that would be considered a substantial dinner for three that night ended up with him being an almost equally undesirable person for the task as the other two. Gabi walked down the stairs soon after hearing all the commotion taking place, on top of smelling the failed dinner. The two adults had been reduced to petty bickering that was barely coherent to an outside listener since they were talking over themselves the whole time, but Gabi was smart enough to pick up on a few key words – specifically about how there was no meal for them – and just seeing and smelling the failure of Zeke's attempt at one.

"...Why don't we get a pizza?" She suggested.

The pointless arguing of Priss and Zeke halted when they heard Gabi speak up. Priscilla looked over at the young one, her face stricken with bewilderment; again, a strange new term thrown at her, but Priss had enough context to understand that 'pizza' had to be some kind of food if Gabi had brought it up once she saw the kitchen disaster.

Zeke stroked his beard as he considered Gabi's idea, "Well... at this point it's the easiest option we have..." He said, "Pizza it is. I'll go and get it."

Priscilla's fingers tapped on her table impatiently while she leaned her head into her other hand. Gabi, however, was full of excitement over this 'pizza' thing she had brought up. Priss wanted to know more, but in this case she chose to keep quiet and just wait to find out what it was. The two of them had been waiting mostly in silence – Priss didn't exactly have anything on her mind beyond what Zeke would be bringing back, leaving only the tapping of her fingers against the wooden table filling the silent air. However, Gabi, who was sitting beside her, suddenly broke the silence.

"Does Reiner know?!" She asked, with such an excitement that it sounded as if she'd been struggling to hold it in.

Priss turned to Gabi, "Hm? Know what?"

"About... you and how you're a..." The young one started, but stopped to look around as if anyone could possibly still be around and lowered her voice into a whisper, "Unicorn?"

"Oh!" Priss exclaimed, amused to be reminded of her little tall tale she told Gabi. Since she recalled the details well enough, she managed to be rather rapid in her response, "He's the only other one... When you want to be with a person, it's important that you let them know about how things were for you before you met them. And I wanted him to know how special he is, so I showed myself first as I used to be... and then used my magic for the last time to turn human right in front of his eyes."

Gabi scooched her chair closer to Priss and kept her open-mouthed, awestruck stare on her idol, "What did he say?!"

"Honestly he was speechless," Priss replied with a laugh, "Wouldn't you be if it happened to you?"

Their cute fantasy was abruptly interrupted by a twisting of the doorknob that, after it didn't open up, the fiddling with it from the outside started to grow more intense. After a moment of fruitlessly trying to open the door, the one on the outside finally knocked like a normal person would. Priss shook her head and stood up, wondering why the hell he would assume she would leave her door unlocked, and made her way over to the entrance. She unlocked the door and opened it up. There stood Zeke, looking unreasonably irate while in one hand he was balancing a rather large square box.

"You locked me out."

Priss gawked at him, "Locked you-?! I locked my front door like any sane person would!" She exclaimed. It should be no surprise to her by now that Zeke would find new and unusual ways to make a fool of himself, and it was made all the worse considering how he felt he was totally justified with his dumb shit. Priss grumbled under her breath for him to 'get inside already' and stepped aside to let him in, making it a point to go through dramatic motions of closing and locking her door.

"PIZZA TIME!" Gabi exclaimed.

Priss had been so caught up in her latest Zeke-induced headache that she only just now took notice of the great smell coming from that box. She looked over to the table, where the flat box was set down and opened up to reveal something circular and sort of shiny – or even slightly 'wet' looking. The woman approached slowly, inhaling the scent of this new food deeply which made her mouth water.

"I didn't know what anyone liked so I played it safe with just cheese and no toppings," Zeke announced.

"That's cheese?" Priss asked, pointing down. Zeke nodded silently in response, but Priss was not yet satisfied, "Why does it look like that?"

Zeke sighed, growing more – and unreasonably at that – annoyed, "Because of how it's cooked, the 'shiny' part is grease." He went on, despite not wanting to entertain her questions.

"Uhhh...huhhh..." Her short answer was drawn out. As she just stared dumbfounded at the pizza, Zeke took the initiative to actually move things along. He went ahead and grabbed some plates, brought them to the table and laid them out so that everyone could grab a piece of the pie.

Priss sat back down next to Gabi, scooting her chair in closer to the table as Zeke continued to generously take care of serving them. He graciously took a slice and placed it on Gabi's plate for her, which was met with an enthusiastic 'thank you Mr. Zeke' from the child. Priss couldn't help but roll her eyes whenever someone spoke to him so reverently, although with enough subtlety this time that it went unnoticed. It was easy for her to forget that among his fellow Eldians, he was something of a war hero and a person worthy of respect for being the Warchief – she also didn't really care, her opinion of him wasn't going to change just because of everyone else around her. As she sat in thought, Zeke plopped down a slice on her plate, startling her.

"Well you looked like you were just gonna sit there and stare into space all night," Zeke said, getting ahead of answering any question she could have about why he did that for her.

"Uh huh, thanks..." She said flatly, looking down at this strange, triangular thing before her. Priss looked to Gabi, who was already chowing down, and that gave her the right idea of how to tackle this foreign food. She grabbed it by the wide end and carefully held it as she opened her mouth to bite into the cheesy narrow end. Once she took that first bite, before she even started to chew it, her eyes lit up. Zeke had gone to get a knife and fork because he, naturally, was one of those people who ate his pizza with utensils but once he sat down, he noticed the look of euphoria on Priscilla's face after just a single bite.

She lingered like that for a moment, before she ravenously started eating the rest; she actually ended up consuming her entire slice before Gabi finished, despite the kid having a head start.

Zeke narrowed his eyes at her, having paused in his cutting to give her a light reprimanding, "Stop that, you'll choke."

"It's so good!" Priss exclaimed dramatically, "It's the best thing I've ever eaten!"

"That so?" Spoke Zeke, more disinterested than anything, as he went on to cut up his pizza like a real loser.

"Well exce-..." Priss was about to make an inappropriate remark about what her favorite thing to put in her mouth was, but managed to stop herself; she wasn't exactly used to having a kid around and was beginning to realize she'd have to watch what she said. Neither of her dinner companions picked up on her near-faux pas, so Priss went ahead and took another slice and chomped on it with no grace. Pizza was simply too good for her to maintain proper manners.

As dinner proceeded, Gabi was easily satisfied after just two slices, Zeke had eaten two as well but really was hungering for one more. However, when the Warchief reached over to the box and popped the lid open, he saw nothing but crumbs.

His head snapped to look at the only one who could be the culprit, the one who had slumped down in her chair with crumbs around her mouth and on her shirt, "You ate four slices? You ate half of it all on your own? And that fast?"

Priss shimmied back up to sit straight in her chair again, "I wasn't aware there was a limit on how much I could eat," She snarked at him.

"Tch, you need to be more considerate..." He remarked, "And don't come crying to me if you end up sick from eating too fast..."

"If Prissy gets sick, I'll take good care of her!" Gabi exclaimed, offering a cute diversion from Zeke being a wet blanket.

"Mhmm, that's right," Priss said, then reached over to ruffle the girl's hair a bit while Gabi smiled brightly, "Best care I can get."

Zeke sighed and shook his head, looking down at his plate where the two pieces of crust from the slices he ate remained. He took the plate and started to make his way to the trash can to throw out the crust, but before he could commit such a crime, Priss jumped into action and got between him and the garbage.

"You're not gonna eat that?!" She exclaimed, pointing to the crust he had left over.

"No... I don't eat the crust," Zeke said, "Now let m-"

The girl tore the plate from his hand and went back to her seat with a smile on her face, "Well I'll eat it then!"

Priss wasted no time gnawing on the first piece, but she also offered the second on to Gabi, who enthusiastically accepted it despite being satisfied with what she had eaten before, but she had enough room for a little extra. Both of them happily finished off the remains of the dinner that Zeke was about to senselessly discard – he didn't even ask if anyone wanted his crust, he was just going to toss it away wastefully. Despite the girls being happy, regardless of the fact that it was good not to waste food, he couldn't help himself from letting a dumb ass comment slip out.

"If this is what your eating habits are going to be like..." He began with a scowl, "You're going to get fat."

Priscilla's finished chewing and swallowing her last bit of crust before she shot back, "What's that matter to you?"

"Well I..." He awkwardly said. He wasn't expecting her to respond like that, "Well, think of your husband, he wouldn't w-"

"Are you trying to say Reiner will divorce me if I get chubby?" She cut him off.

Zeke felt like he was thrust into a no-win scenario as he was locked under her gaze: if he said yes, absolutely nothing good would come from that; if he said no, then she would suffocate him with her smug aura that was already growing powerful because Priss knew she was right and that Zeke slipped up beyond belief with the reason he tried to give. Still, he tried to find a way to salvage this. Their relationship had, for the most part, been going more smooth lately. They had bickered about the dinner debacle before Gabi brought up ordering the pizza but this was far more of a blunder.

"...Well it wouldn't be good for your health..." He said after his moment of thought, hoping his desperation to fix his fuck up wasn't apparent on his face, "Junk food isn't good for you."

He was met with a dramatic rolling of her green eyes before she reached over to grab Gabi's plate along with the other two she had, stood up and briskly took them to the sink.

"Nice attempt at salvaging that, dirty monkey," She sneered under her breath to him as she passed, quiet enough so Gabi wouldn't hear her sarcastic, but still obviously malicious tone towards the revered Warchief. She dropped the plates in the sink where they clattered loudly, choosing to wash them later or even the next morning.

She stared down at her sink, her hands stiffly planted on the edge in front of her, so she was startled when she heard a murmur, "Sorry. That was inappropriate," Zeke admitted. He then stepped away and scratched at his ear, "I think I'll be heading out. It's starting to get late and I'm sure you ladies would like to have some time to yourselves."

Gabi nodded enthusiastically, then looked to Priss expectantly. The white haired girl quietly exhaled and then looked to Gabi with a weak smile, "That's right."

The young one was thrilled, too caught up in the idea of spending the night with her cousin-in-law – although Gabi was gravitating more towards seeing her as a big sister as opposed to the more distant nature of just being the lady who married her cousin. Zeke nodded at them both, bidding them good night and made for the door. He paused just as his hand came to hover over the handle, caught between just leaving or saying one last thing.

"May I..." He began, looking over his shoulder towards Priss, "May I speak with you alone outside for a moment?"

Priss turned to him, arms crossed while she considered the scenario he proposed: talking alone outside a clear night. Zeke had to know he'd be at a disadvantage if he pissed her off, she could rough him up enough to make him regret making their meeting where she had the proverbial high ground. With that in mind, she dropped her arms and strode towards him while he opened the door and let her out first.

"Well, what is it?" She said as soon as he closed the door behind them.

"Your brother," Zeke began, and instantly a grimace appeared on her face, "He wants to connect with you more. He wants there to be a better understanding between you two."

"...Are you literally insane, Zeke?" She asked, "I've got no business with him. There's no 'understanding' we could come to. If he wants me to be well off, he'll leave me the fuck alone. But I know my well being isn't anything he's concerned with."

Zeke hadn't expected this to be an easy task, but he pressed on, "Don't you think it'd be beneficial to be able to hone your latent abilities to the extent he can? You have it within you, but it's rough around the edges compared to him," He explained, "You need constant lunar exposure to tap into your strength, but he can just absorb some for a moment and remain strengthened for a period of time, and his mental prowess is something he thinks would be good to awaken in you too."

"Listen," She firmly said, "I've felt him brute force things into my mind before. Things I don't care to see. It sounds like he just wants to make it easier to do that or influence me."

"I can't say what his intentions are," Zeke admitted, though in his heart he knew well that she was right to decline, "He just told me to extend the offer."

"Hard no, buddy," She instantly replied, "What do I need with anything he can 'do' for me? I just want to live my life. Quietly. With my family."

"And what happens when you don't have that family anymore?" Zeke boldly asked, "Reiner will die. Gabi is going to start training to become a Warrior, who's whole meaning it to inherit the power of a Shifter too..."

Priss grabbed him by his coat and slammed him into her door, no doubt startling Gabi within, "That's none of your business what I do then!" She sneered, "And none of my piece of shit brother's business either! Being alone is far better than being with him!"

"You really think you can hide from him forever? He gets what he wants, and if he wants you, he will find a way to you whether you like it or not."

She swiftly lifted him a few inches from the ground and away from the door before she slammed him back against it, her rage growing by the second as she released him and let him slide to the ground, "I ought to break your bones... but I know they'll just heal and it won't matter..." She looked down at him with her dangerous eyes, seeing something on his face catch in the moonlight that inspired her.

"Maybe I should break those stupid glasses of yours instead."

Zeke slowly lifted his head to look up at her; she expected him to start chewing her out about how he needs his glasses and how he can't see without them, but he just looked sad.

"Please," He said quietly, "Don't do that."

"...Eh?" Priss began. Her frustration and anger with him had dropped down to just being confused, "Can't you just go get new ones?"

Zeke stood up and smoothed out his long coat, shaking his head and still looking solemn, "No... these glasses can't be replaced," He finally lifted his head back up, making no attempt to hide his sadness, "I think it's time I get going now, actually."

He took his time walking past Priscilla who was frozen with her brows furrowed while she tried to process this weird glasses issue. While she struggled to figure out why he couldn't just get new ones, another curious thought popped into her head. She swiftly turned, seeing that Zeke was just a few steps away from her, going at a slow pace.

"Wait a minute!" She started, causing Zeke to stop and look back over at her, "You're a shifter... Your body heals itself... Shouldn't your eyesight be fine?"

Zeke scratched his ear as a memory of playing catch with Mr. Ksaver flashed through his mind, the man he inherited not just the Beast Titan from, but he was also the previous owner of those glasses Zeke kept and wore for sentimental value. In a moment of quick wit, Zeke continued with a lie to protect himself, "I had poor eyesight before I became a shifter, you see. Always did. Gaining the power of the Titans won't fix a pre-existing condition, just injuries you suffer after you have the power."

"Uh... makes sense I guess," Priss conceded, "But I still don't get why you can't just ge-"

"Why don't you get some rest, Miss Ziegler?" He cut her off, "I expect you to be ready bright and early to go have your picture taken."

"Braun."

"...Ah, hm?"

"You called me Miss Ziegler," She clarified, "It's Braun now."

"Oh, how embarrassing..." He laughed weakly, trying to shake off the woe that had crept up over having Ksaver at the front of the mind again, "I suppose I was just used to calling you that. A bit of a careless slip of the tongue, I wasn't thinking. I apologize."

Priss shrugged, "It's fine I guess. But get it right next time, yeah?"

"I'll be sure to have the habit broken by the time Reiner and I return from the mid-east conflict," He assured her, "Now, I'm sure Gabi is wondering where her lovely big sister is."

Priscilla gawked at him, "Excuse me?"

"Hm? I think it's fair to say she's has a fondness for you closer to an older sister than anything else, but maybe that was inappropriate for me to say..."

"That's not what was weird about that statement, Zeke..." She shook her head and let out a deep sigh, "But whatever, go on and get rested too."

Reiner laid awake in his cell, he often had trouble sleeping in such a miserable environment, but that wasn't all that kept him up: he had actually gotten to see Priss while he was locked up, and thinking about that brief but beloved exchange kept him awake, but in a more pleasant way that just being uncomfortable. Reiner knew if he just tried to put his mind to rest, he'd had a slightly easier time getting to sleep, but how could he when he had such a fresh memory of her face and her voice in his head? It was the most recent joy he had that he could hold onto now, and for the foreseeable future. He didn't want to get optimistic that he's somehow get to see her before he shipped off, so he held onto what he had.

The longer he had been kept away from her, the more he was falling into a depression. The whole situation he was in was a mess, but if he just got to be with her through this, there would be a light in his life that made things okay again. He selfishly longed for her to be able to come visit him and just stay with him as long as she could every day, but he knew that was impossible. While she gladly would do that, the security around him made it something either of them couldn't even dream about, save for that stroke of luck they had with the brief meeting they were able to have. It was a pained mix of tragedy and joy as they struggled to be able to reach the other's skin through the bars, but even the smallest touch meant everything in that moment.

Let's just go to bed

He remembered her simple words from a simpler time, but effective all the same. The blonde shifted to laying on his side and closed his eyes, imagining she was there laying before him with drowsy eyes and a tired smile. In his mind he watched this vision of her fall asleep and he knew he'd soon do the same, together, if only just in a memory. As long as he could hold onto seeing her as clearly as if she was really there, he knew he would be fine. As long as he could see her smiling at him when he closed his eyes, Reiner knew he'd return home to see it in person again. The strength she provided him, even from afar, made him beyond confident that the war he was being shipped out to was one he'd be winning.

–

Priss awoke before Gabi the next morning; she didn't feel like she was exceptionally well rested, but she was fine enough. She had gone into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, dabbing something onto her face with a soft pad.

I can't find anything to match your skin tone, this will have to do.

What is it?

Something to cover up the bruise... since it hasn't fully faded just yet... I figured you'd want to hide it as best as you could for the photo.

She had to respect Zeke for all the help he had given her, his faults were still many, but since arriving in Marley he had been mostly well meaning. She carelessly tossed the concealer aside, now looking at the clothing she had put on before hand. One of the new additions to her wardrobe: an ensemble she put together of a long, dark skirt paired with a pale pink button down shirt and gray jacket, which she of course wore her red armband over. She frowned as she looked down at herself – she longed for something brightly colored or to undo some of the top buttons to flaunt herself like she used to, tight fitting pants or at least a shorter skirt would have been nice too, but more of Zeke's advice echoed in her head about how she should be presenting herself in the public eye.

We don't want unnecessary attention on you. The white hair is bad enough, so do what you can and stick to clothes that will help you blend in, as much as someone like you can, at least.

"There's no way I can wear this frumpy nonsense all the time..." She grumbled, letting her immature side jump out, "I don't feel... pretty."

As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she heard a shuffling from the other side of the half-opened door. Priss easily leaned over to pull it all the way open, where a sleepy-eyed Gabi stood.

"Aw no," Priscilla looked down with concern at the girl, "Did I wake you?"

Gabi shook her head as she rubbed one of her eyes, "No... but I woke up and you weren't there so I got worried."

Priss had failed to predict something like that would happen, she also just assumed she'd be done getting herself ready and could go sit on the edge of the bed to wait for Gabi to wake up – or rouse the kid from slumber if she needed to. She had underestimated just how long she spent in front of the bathroom mirror feeling sorry for herself. There was one last piece for her to put on though: the head scarf. The Eldian women while out on the street had to keep their hair covered, which was just another painfully miserable idea to Priscilla. She was very fond of her long, flowing silvery white locks, and truth be told she wouldn't be able to contain it all within the head covering anyway, a lot would still be flowing out of the back. She certainly didn't like the idea of cutting it to make sure it could be fully hidden either, even if it meant she could keep a lower profile. Still, she had to adhere to the societal norms she was now forced to deal with as much as she could.

With a heavy heart she took the cloth, also a dismal gray colored piece of fabric, and wrapped it around her head. Once she had it tied under her chin, the 'look' was complete – and all she felt was like she wanted to cry. Priss shook her head in an attempt to rid the impending tears away, took a deep breath and turned her gaze back to Gabi.

"How do I look?" Priss asked, forcing a smile.

With the enthusiasm Priscilla had come to expect from the child by now, Gabi gave her a thumbs up, "You always look good, Prissy!"

"Mhm... If you say so, Gabi," She replied. Priss then knelt down and pulled Gabi into a tight hug, "I have to go somewhere with Ze... Mr. Zeke today, so I have to take you home now."

Priscilla sat in a small studio where the photographer was setting up his camera across from her. Zeke was there too, standing behind him, and prior to their arrival he had firmly instructed her to act natural; for her to behave as if she's had her picture taken plenty of times before. Thankfully, she was able to remove the head scarf for the picture – a small saving grace.

"Lift your chin just a bit," The photographer instructed, "And turn your face slightly to the side."

Priss obliged, and made sure to angle her face in a way that put her 'good' cheek in the more visible spot than the bruised one that was roughly covered with make up. She heard the photographer say 'excellent' from behind the camera as he made his final preparations. Priss herself was getting ready for the 'big' moment by practicing different types of smiling, hoping to find the right one. Zeke felt pained just watching her awkward attempts, so he made his own call out.

"Priscilla," Zeke spoke up, "Remember, that smile will remind Reiner what he's fighting for."

Her expression dropped as his words sunk in, taking a moment to let go of things and just think of her lover. Priss just let memories of them together fill her mind; thoughts of them from years ago to just days ago. Despite the current situation they were all in, there was so much to be grateful for. From the serendipitous nature of their first meeting all the way until their last moments together, Priss was thankful that she was born into this world. For all the tragedy and strife she endured, it was all worth it because they could finally be together in peace. As these thoughts crossed in and out of her mind, her full lips naturally curled into a smile and before anyone knew it, she was full on beaming.

"There it is," Said the photographer, "Now just hold it..."

The world started to move slower as Zeke watched the simple action unfold. It should have been a point and click, relatively quick ordeal, but for him to see such a loving smile on her face made time slow to a crawl. He knew it wasn't meant for him, but he wished it were – and for that, he felt an unbearable guilt over his covetousness, along with what the plan with her brother was. Zeke thought back to all the promises that had been made to him by Anteros but was shocked out of it by the flash of the bulb.

"Alright, Miss," He said as he stepped back, "You did great. Photo should be processed in 30 minutes to an hour."

Priss nodded, "Thank you."

She stood up and went to grab her head covering that she had tossed to the side, out of the picture's framing. While she was busy, Zeke made an impulsive move by leaning in close to the photographer to make a quiet request.

"Can you make a second copy of it?" He whispered, "The photo."

"Huh? Yeah, sure no problem..."

"Is something wrong?" Priss asked as she approached the two men.

Zeke quickly spoke so the photographer wouldn't mention how the Warchief had asked for his own copy of her picture, "No, of course not! Just some idle chatter, nothing important."