A/N: Ok, egg on my face. I used the line 'if only there was someone out there who loved you' in a past chapter but I didn't know it was from Frozen. I just saw it on a totally unrelated meme one time and thought it was an original phrase. That's something I feel compelled to adjust but to keep the meaning of. Ugh. I also have decided to throw in another pseudo-flashback test run for a scene that could be in the rewrite because I need happiness. there is so little happiness.

Chapter 39: Rebuilding

"Did I really get that worked up over Reiner being gone?"

Priscilla's delirious muttering had come to an end and she returned to functioning as normal. Once she threw away the shards of her broken pencil, she adjusted her table and slide her chair back in it's place. She still had a hard time believing she could have had such a fit over her husband being away for the foreseeable future, but then again, she knew well how dramatic she was; it wouldn't have been her first time severely overreacting to something. The question was, why then? She was in a near constant state of pained longing for Reiner's presence, but her just sitting in her kitchen in the middle of listing off supplies for owning a dog was where she freaked out enough to cause a mess? The small cuts on her palms that lined up with her fingernails left her wondering when she even did that to herself too. She gazed down at her hands and shook her head.

"Doesn't matter I guess," She dismissed, dropping her hands and looking around, "I think I got everything back in order at least."

Though it wasn't exactly true to call herself returned to 'normal' considering that the memory of what her brother had told her, and her meeting him at all that day, was eclipsed from her mind. To be so traumatized by a memory that a person's brain just suppresses it wasn't normal at all – but for her, everything was as it should be. Her concerns were unchanged from what they typically were and life would go on, assuming the lost memory was never dragged to the surface again... but to say the memory itself was entirely erased wasn't accurate at all, there was always a chance that something would restore it; for something – or someone – to break the barricade that was holding the traumatizing thought back for the sake of her mind's self preservation.

"So..." Her eyes traveled back down to notepad that was still on the table, "I didn't get very far with that list. Haven't really thought this whole 'dog' thing through yet... Maybe I should talk to Colt about it. He must know a thing or two, more than me at least."

It's true that the idea of a furry companion was a bit spur of the moment, but when she had went on to consider it more, Priss couldn't see any downside to having some form of companionship – especially one who could always be there with her in the absence of Reiner. With her thoughts back to thinking about getting herself a pup, she started to pace back and forth while she considered some of the basics: What kind? Big? Small? Long fur? Short fur? Just how old? Boy? Girl? Arguably none of these were a big deal, just as long as it was a happy and healthy animal. Priscilla's gut had her leaning more towards something on the larger side, a proud creature that could be more protective than some little thing. To be walking around with a sizable dog at her side out on the town would surely reduce the risk of some undesirable randoms coming to bother her, especially if Priss could specifically train it to have guardian-like tendencies. Problem there was she's never trained an animal in her life, so she knew she had her work cut out for her.

Oh, he's having one of his fits again

Willy sighed heavily as he watched as Anteros stormed into his study and threw the red armband he was using to disguise himself as Eldian to the floor. The blonde merely observed from the corner of his eye, not even bothering to get up from his desk, and waited for Anteros to start going off about whatever was bothering him as he paced wildly. Willy twisted in his chair, resting one arm over the back of it, so to get a better look at his fuming friend. In addition to the discarded armband, Willy also noticed the tear in his pant leg, which was enough to get the blonde to speak up first.

"Things didn't go well?" He asked, despite the answer being quite obvious.

Anteros' furious pacing came to a halt with his back to Willy. The white haired man inhaled deeply and ran both his hands up his face and into his hair.

"...No," He replied in a low growl, "Some idiot let his dog off a leash and it attacked me while I was talking with her."

"That so?" Willy responded flatly, knowing full well Anteros needed no invitation to keep going.

Anteros swiftly turned and snapped at Tybur, "I sure hope you have some good news for me, or else you better find some. If not, then your sister will be a nice punching bag to loosen me up instead."

Willy was disturbingly unbothered by the threat of violence to his sister, possibly because he actually did have news that would please Anteros that he was happy to deliver, "I've resolved the problem of how we're going to test the various degrees of radiation exposure on humans, the ones who wouldn't instantly be killed by the bomb but are in the vicinity to still be affected."

"Go on, go on, I'm sure it gets better..." Anteros urged.

"Of course it does," Willy assured him, "I've made arrangements for a portion of Eldian convicts, who otherwise would have been sentenced to Paradis Island, be instead brought to the testing grounds to be exposed to the radiation and studied."

"And left to die painfully..." Anteros breathed, now much more at peace, "That is good news. No better test subjects for your pet project than creatures who are already unworthy of life... That is delightful!"

"I won't bore you with details with the recent tests of the weapons though, but I knew that bit about cruel and unusual punishment inflicted on Eldians would get you into a better mood," Will replied as he rose from his seat, "There's also been an effort to speed up developing new aviation technologies that will be suitable for delivering the warheads, as well as putting Marley in a more advantageous position in warfare in general. In short, things are progressing smoothly. And I'll be proud to have this be my legacy, to have had a part in making sure Marley's military power will never be topped thanks to nuclear power."

"It's nice you've found something so grand to live for," Anteros said, "Although, do you really think that once you're dead and gone you'll be remembered fondly for what you've helped create?"

Willy hummed and made for a large cabinet filled with various liquors nearby, pulling a bottle of red wine and two glasses out. He contemplated what his partner said in silence as he poured them both drinks.

"Hard to say," Willy finally answered, walking over to Anteros and handing him his glass, "I'm not sure how much my name will even be acknowledged since I'm really just the bankroller and something of an overseer, it's not like I'm any of the brilliant minds putting the work into it. But perhaps my name will show up somewhere in the history of nuclear weaponry... It'll be something that will change the world, but the results will no doubt be catastrophic if put to use, and maybe I will be seen as a villain. Still, I'll have made some kind of impact. I'll have done something with my otherwise pitiful existence, something that will keep the nation that I love dearly as the world's military superpower forever."

Anteros swirled his glass for a moment before he took a sip of the wine and smiled, "Admirable ambition," He went silent for a moment as he considered his thoughts before speaking them out – he could hardly believe what he was about to say, "It's so stunning for me to believe I could speak in such a sincerely positive way about an Eldian, but you and your support of me makes you as close to a 'good' one as you can get."

"Thanks, but I know better than to let that one go to my head," Willy laughed, "All I am is a man who wants to die but is too scared to just do it himself. I believe in your ability to carry out the extermination of Eldians... and for that, I'll always be grateful. Even though I won't be there to see you do it."

"Mm..." Anteros hummed and his expression went softer than usual, "It's a pity that you won't be able to see the event itself. The form my sister will take will be... Hah, perhaps so otherworldly in beauty that it could drive someone mad."

Willy grinned, he too swirling the red wine in it's glass to aerate it, "So is that how it'll go then? Just make every Eldian look at the god monster you've created, they lose their sanity and just kill themselves?"

"No... No..." Anteros shook his head with the glass hovering close to his lips, "She will scream out a cry of rapture at my command once transformed. This will echo across the planet and pierce the mind of every Eldian, no matter where in the world they happen to be located. The last thing they see before their miserable lives end will be her face, as if stealing their very souls... but we all know Eldians don't have souls. Now, I won't claim to know exactly how they will die. Spontaneously dropping dead with no physical cause? Their organs liquefying? A rapid rotting of their bodies until their bones turn to dust? Ideally something painful and not too quick, it's what they deser-"

Anteros jerked forward and nearly dropped his glass, a bit of the wine did splash up and stain on his white shirt though. His free hand flew to his head as a pulse of pain ran through it, along with a familiar feminine scream of agony. The white haired man winced while the psychic ache from his sister continued to resonate in his mind. Through the struggle of it, he closed his eyes and tried to focus to see if he could get a glimpse at what was wrong, hard as it was to do at times. Once the waves of her torment dulled, Anteros regained himself; he was able to glean the knowledge he sought.

"It seems..." He began as he straightened out, "I may have caused her some trauma with our little chat."

Willy's expression dropped, "What do you mean 'caused some trauma?'"

"Well, see... I decided to tell her exactly what was in store for her in our perfect future. Admittedly, I got a bit carried away with myself, but I was just so excited to let her know what an important thing she is, and I thought maybe she'd find some comfort in her eventual fate. To be a mother and all. But she didn't take it well... In fact, she had to push everything I said to her – even down to the fact that she saw me at all – out of her mind. Apparently the truth was too much, too eldritch for her to understand in her current state," Anteros explained. He then huffed, taking a larger than usual sip of wine, "Things could have been so much easier if I got to keep her from the start."

"What? Don't like a challenge?" Willy joked.

"Ultimately it doesn't matter, she can fight me all she wants but my will to power will always prevail. But no, I'd rather this not be such a challenge," He stated before going silent.

Willy tried to analyze the strange man's expression, "...Do you feel bad that you made her so upset that she just... blocked out everything you told her?"

"When I think about it more, not really. It was a mistake on my part to tell her any of that, I don't know what came over me. It's a shame she had to be so hurt..." He began, and then a dark smile pulled across his lips, "But her anguish induced amnesia was worth it. I can't have her push Yeager away. She'll always try to hide from me, but she and Yeager have grown friendly... It would have been extremely inconvenient for me if she cut him out, which she would have if her mind didn't save itself by rejecting her eventual reality."

"And what happens if it all comes back to her?" Willy probed further.

Anteros shrugged, that same cruel smile adorning his expression, "We'll have to wait and see, won't we? I'm no expert in the depths of psychology, but I imagine there would have to be something to trigger it... and I wonder... could it be beneficial to trigger it ourselves at some point? Ohh... Now that's food for thought."

With her status as an honorary Marleyan, Priss was granted access to Warrior HQ – supervised of course, but her only intent in going there was to try and catch Gabi and Colt. She wasn't interested in getting some grand tour or delve into the higher security areas, but all the same an officer would be silently observing wherever she went – as unseen and afar as he'd be, she was aware of it, but she had no reason to worry since she wasn't there to do anything suspicious.

"Oh! Hey!"

Priss looked to the side and saw Colt jogging her way, "I didn't expect to see you here Miss Priss! What's going on? Everything alright?"

"Oh yeah everything's fine. Don't worry," She assured him as she fully faced him, "In fact, you're one of the reasons I'm here."

"Huh?" Colt was a bit shocked, "Me?"

Priss nodded, "Mhmm. You and Gabi. I was curious to see what kinda stuff goes on around here... and just to talk about a few things."

Colt crossed his arms and thought for a moment, "I think the new recruits are probably finishing up running drills, the area for that is located pretty nearby. I'll take you there!"

Colt happily started to show Priss the way to an open courtyard where, as he said, younger cadets were running laps. Gabi was indeed among them, and even was the one ahead by quite a margin, but Priss swiftly got swept up in a memory of her and Reiner running together back in their own training days. She recalled vividly watching his stride from behind him, along with how he'd look back over his shoulder with his charming smile to offer her words of encouragement.

"Come on, Priss, you got this! I know you can do it!"

The more she thought back to those days, the more her breath caught in her chest. The perfect vision of giving it her all, even if it wasn't enough to beat Reiner, with the setting sun as their backdrop was enough for her to start feeling emotional. She remembered how she didn't even care that she couldn't best him, it only felt right for Reiner to blaze the trail for them both to travel; she didn't feel belittled by him slowing his pace to match hers either, if anything it made her heart melt because it was still them side by side, which was all that mattered. Running together, him encouraging her... if only things were still as simple as they were then. As she came back down to reality, she released several short and rapid breaths which caught Colt's attention.

"Miss Priss...?" He asked with concern.

"Oh, It's nothing really, I promise..." She said, still trying to get herself breathing normally again, "I just was reminded of something... something nice. Something that I miss."

As Priss was recovering from her reminiscence, she heard the instructor overseeing the new cadets give them the command to stop and dismiss them for the day. Gabi, despite being tired, was beaming – the kid absolutely knew she did well. Priss chuckled quietly, not at all surprised that another member of the Braun family already seemed to be excelling in their training. As the kid caught her breath, her eyes scanned the surroundings until she finally saw Priss and Colt standing above the basic training area. Impossible as it seemed, Gabi's smile grew even bigger as she thrust her arm into the air to enthusiastically wave at them before making a mad dash to get up to where they were observing from.

"What are you doing here, Prissy?" Gabi asked once she got to them.

Before answering, Priss first reached out and gave Gabi a loving pat on the head, "Well I wanted to see my favorite cadet," She spoke, which kept the bright smile on Gabi's face, "And I wanted to talk to Colt a bit too."

"Really?" Gabi looked to Colt and then back to Priss again, "Are you two friends?"

Colt became sheepish and looked away, "Ah, well... we only just met earlier..."

"I think we're friends!" Priss chimed in joyfully, but then amended her enthusiastic statement to something more realistic, "At least, I like to think we could end up being friends. I get the feeling we'll be seeing each other around enough."

"You think?" Colt asked, looking back at the girls.

Priscilla nodded, "You may barely be younger than me but... For some reason, and with Gabi too, I feel this sense of..."

Her voice trailed off and a familiar ache in her heart started to manifest, leading her smile to fade. When she looked at these two, she couldn't help but project her desire to be a mother onto them. It would be wildly inappropriate for her to admit that to them; to say that she has quickly grown to feel some kind of motherly instinct growing for them. With Gabi it was more understandable since they've been getting to know each other longer than she and Colt have, and Gabi was far younger than him too. Priss eventually shook these thoughts from her head and forced a smile through her growing sorrows.

"Well I guess a sense of wanting to look after you both is what you could call it," Her answer was close enough to her real feelings without being a blatant admission of them, "Gabi... well, you're my sweet girl of course. And Colt here..."

Priscilla's speaking came to an abrupt halt as she tried to remember the details of their first encounter – something was lurking in the depths of her mind that there was more than just running into Colt and having him show her where the animal shelter was, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Both her companions were silent as the white haired girl got lost in thought. However, Colt did remember that there was more to the story there – the whole dog thing only came about due to the one he was walking intervening in the confrontation Priss was locked in, but he figured if she didn't want to bring it up, she had her reasons not to; it'd be out of place to jump in and correct her, so he respectfully remained silent.

"...Well I just owe him one," She settled on as she couldn't figure out what else she might have been thinking of, "He inspired me to get a dog and even showed me where the local shelter is."

"DOG?!" Gabi interrupted before Colt could get a word in about it. The energy of this child seemed endless.

"Yep! And that's why..." Priss said, clapping her hands together happily, "Why I came to talk to you, Colt!"

Colt's brows furrowed, "Talk to me? About dog things?"

"Yes!" Priss enthusiastically confirmed, "I need to know as much as I can, and you would naturally know more than I would. Basically what kind of things I should get ahead of time to be ready... or training stuff... Anything."

Colt glanced away and rubbed the back of his head, "I just walk them for people in my spare time, I don't know a whole lot about owning one... I can ask their owners about the kind of stuff you need, but when it comes to training I think your best bet is to find some books at the library about that."

"I gotcha," Priss said, "Where's the library?"

"Outside the Internment Zone," Colt informed her, "So you'll need to put in an application ahead of time to leave. One or two days ahead of time at the least. I don't know if being an honorary Marleyan would make them process your request any quicker than the average Eldian, I think it's safer to assume you wouldn't be given any sort of priority."

"Right... Planning ahead is always for the best, I guess."

After having her head covering on for as long as she did, she was starting to feel too hot, which was an aspect of covering her hair she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to. She wasn't sure if she'd get into trouble for taking it off at the Warrior HQ training grounds, but since she saw enough young women like her without their hair covered on the street, she decided to just take it off, if only for a brief period. She let out a sigh of relief and her head fell backwards, as if a huge weight had been lifted off her. In a way, she did feel some fleeting freedom from the oppression that was enforced upon the Eldians now that she could let her long white hair flow as freely as she liked. Colt's attention immediately snapped back to her once her hair could be seen in all it's lengthy, shimmering glory.

"Woah!" He marveled, "I didn't even notice your hair before... Being so covered up and all."

Gabi grabbed Colt by the sleeve and gave it a playful yank, "It's pretty right?! Tell her how pretty it is!"

"Ahh, Gabi hush now..." Priss said softly, getting pink in the face; the little one had managed to make her feel a bit embarrassed, "It's nothing special."

Gabi then looked over to Priss, "But! It is! You're a..."

But before Gabi could spill the beans on Priscilla's 'secret' about being a mythical creature, she clamped her own hand over her mouth, having quickly realizing her mistake. Colt, naturally, was confused by what was going on between the two girls but remained silent. From where he stood, and what he saw was a sly wink from Priss towards Gabi, it looked like a 'just between the girls' type of subject and thus he made the decision not to press anyone for answers.

"Well it's definitely nice, I've never seen anybody with hair like that before..." Colt admitted. While his gaze remained fixed on her locks, his eyes began to narrow, "But... how do you manage with it being so long? It must be tough, right?"

"Mhm," Priss nodded. She grabbed a piece of it that was hanging over her shoulder and started to fiddle with it, "I have to stay on top of it and make sure it doesn't get knotty. Even with it so straight and smooth, I can't avoid it getting knotty sometimes."

Now Gabi was the one confused, "Naughty... hair...? I've never heard of naughty hair before."

Priss erupted in laughter and even Colt let out a quiet chuckle over Gabi's misunderstanding, yet he thought it'd be rude of him to laugh as loud as Priss did, "Nooo, not 'naughty.' Like it gets knots in it, ...or tangles! Yeah, it can get tangled up if I don't take care of it."

"OHHHHHHH!" Gabi replied, "I get tangles too sometimes. It always hurts when Mom has to brush them out."

"I bet it does," Priss said, then knelt down to be on Gabi's level, "Say, why don't I show you a better way of doing it sometime? It's nice and gentle, I promise."

"Could you show me?" Reiner abruptly spoke.

"Eh?" Priss raised an eyebrow, "Show you... the knots in my hair?"

"No- er well, kind of. How to work them out properly," He clarified, still a bit clumsy as he recovered from his embarrassing moment, "Then I could do it for you."

Once again, Priss was struck with a memory. Just like moments before, she felt a pang of longing in her heart for those long gone days. Her mouth twitched and her eyes glazed over as she got lost in thought, causing Gabi to look at her with concern.

"Are you ok, Prissy?"

Priss remained silent, the whole world had dulled around her to the point that everything had become muted. She could see Gabi's lips moving, but Priss could hear nothing. Between watching the trainees running laps and now connecting back to the time where she taught Reiner how to help with her hair care, the craving for her hero to return to her arms became so intense that a tear couldn't be held back from escaping her peridot eyes, trailing past her trembling lips and falling down onto her blouse. Her mind leaped from dwelling on past happiness to fantasizing about how they would reunite; the most obvious being a hyper romantic running to him where he'd lift her into a spinning hug, laughing and crying with joy before heading back to the home she had prepared for them both to share – right down to a dog eagerly waiting for them. But of course, it didn't take long for her joyous fantasy to be pierced by the tragic reality that there was no son for him to return to, and that he didn't even know.

"Hey! Miss Priss?" Colt jumped in. He carefully placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a light shake, "What's wrong?"

"Ahh..." She quietly groaned, "I'm just feeling very emotional today. I tend to be a bit sensitive... Eh, more than a bit, actually. You'll learn that soon enough."

She laughed, doing what she could to try to ease the tension that had build up thanks to her getting caught up in memories of longing, tried to end her statement with some lightheartedness. Priss also realized she should try not to slip out that she came from the Island too much either, if Reiner's mother was anything to go by in terms of how people tend to react to that fact. Every Islander was bad, but nobody that was slowly being integrated into her life could understand that she is not an Eldian. It was entirely possible that some older military personnel or people in political power would remember the Hyperian presence in Marley, but Priss really didn't want to find out – who knows what would end up happening to her and how she'd surely be manipulated – but she had no idea how to confirm one way or another, all it did was reinforce the fact that keeping a low profile was crucial.

She couldn't stand to let her hair be kept hidden forever anyway; Priss here liked to flaunt and it was was killing her that she couldn't. Now, with all those things considered, she quickly covered up her again.

"I'll go ahead and put in my application to leave the Internet Zone now then," She stated, then rose up to her feet and looked to Colt again, "Sorry to bother you again, but could you show me where I can do that? I'm a bit of a hopeless cause."

"Yes Miss!" Colt responded with eagerness, "You can actually do it here at HQ, but most people don't have access to this place and can only do it at the municipal building. But for now we can just do it here, and another time we can go for a walk to the municipal building just for the sake of it."

Priss smiled sweetly at Colt and nodded, "Thank you, your help has been amazing Colt!"

Colt had a smile on his face, he was grateful for her thanks and all, but he had to wonder why she was so clueless about the locations about things around them. Again, it was her private business as far as he could tell, and he was far too polite to dig into something that could have been a touchy subject. Gabi, being a child who focused on other things a girl her age would be fixated on, didn't think twice about Priss not entirely know what was going on.

"Once we put in my application to go outside, I think I owe someone else a visit though," She informed her friends, "How will I know when my application has been processed though?"

"You should be contacted by phone," Colt informed her, "And HQ will likely send your approval and document to carry with you when you leave the Internment Zone to the municipal building so you don't have to come back here for it. They'll be sure to let you know."

"What do you think that one is?"

It was late and the night was a clear one, so Reiner and Priss were laying on top of the wall idly stargazing. They would every so often spend some time just lazing about up there before turning in for the night – it wasn't perfectly private, but there wasn't much of anywhere where the couple could truly have private time (without significant travel anyway, like riding out alone to the lake the night before), so the top of the Wall was not much worse than anywhere else, and offered a lovely view. Priss looked like a piece of heaven given human form at any time of the day or night, but under the light of the moon, she looked downright otherworldly. The man could practically feel her radiant aura emanating from her body next to him. Their heads laid next to each other while their bodies extended in opposite directions rather than traditionally laying next to each other. Reiner had pointed up to an exceptionally bright star in the sky as he asked his question. Priss squinted at the star, as if that was going to help her find the answer. She had no real concept of astronomy, all she knew was that there were stars and the moon hanging above them at that moment, so she didn't even have a guess. The shrug she did was felt by Reiner.

Reiner leaned his head closer against hers, "You know, it's bright enough that it's probably a planet actually..."

"Really?" Priss asked. The new information to her definitely kept her interested, she never considered that any of the smaller lights in the sky could be anything but stars, "...Doesn't exactly help narrow it down though. Do you know?"

"Nah..." Reiner laughed, lowering his arm to rest on his stomach, "I know for a fact what it isn't though. Sure as hell ain't Venus."

Priss tilted her head as much as she possibly could against Reiner's, "How do you know that?"

"Well it's pretty obvious to me..." He began. He was grinning widely but she wasn't able to see it – the man absolutely was confident he was about to drop a sick line and couldn't contain himself, "I've got the Goddess of Love right here next to me."

With a gasp, Priss sat up quickly and covered her face, which had instantly gone beet red over Reiner's beyond successful flirtation. Between the two of them, Reiner was the one who tended to have the edge in being the more awkward one while Priss was the smooth one. It was just the previous night that they first had sex, and then they did it again earlier today, so being completely open with their romantic and sexual desires for each other was the new normal. No more 'we're just close friends who happen to be openly physical in some ways but haha just special friend things.' Despite that, Priss never would have expected something so overly grand. Reiner wasn't usually the one to be so forward with making such a grandiose proclamations. The other more recent example, though it was before they became 'official,' was when Reiner asked Priss to get in the same shower stall as him when her shower head stopped working. Sure, it was some gray area 'joking but haha not really maybe' type of comment, or rather it was something he wanted to happen but didn't honestly expect would happen (given his shocked reaction when she took him up on his offer) – which was dumb of him to assume with how well he knew his queen by then. So he was fully capable of being a dangerously charming guy when the idea or opportunity struck, but over the top comments like these were more than what he regularly would dish out.

"Well damn, Reiner..." She said as her hands dropped into her lap, "When you turn the charm on, you sure do turn it on hard."

Reiner too sat up, leaving them back to back. Though, this would quickly be rectified by Reiner adjusting his position by moving backwards so they could be face to face. His grin refused to leave his face since he had another hot line to throw down, "Not as hard as you turn me on."

"Woooooah someone's still horny!" Priss exclaimed. The joy in her voice was overwhelming and the flush returning to her face spoke volumes too.

"Maybe just a bit..." He replied, leaning in closer to her. With him drawing nearer to her face, she took the initiative and gave him a dramatic kiss instead of lingering and waiting for him to make a move. Priss was always reliable when it came to getting things going.

After holding the kiss for a moment, Priss pulled away and murmured, "I am too. Hard for me not to be when you're around. I can't get enough of you, Reiner... And how am I supposed to stay calm when you're talking about how much I turn you on? You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Sorry," He he said, face painted with a smug grin, "But like you, I just can't help myself."

The white haired nymph's plump lips curled into a smile and her eyes blazed with erotic desire, "Well, better get down and dirty before we possibly get interrupted then, huh?"

The reminder that someone, likely a member of the Garrison out of anyone, might find their way up to where the two of them were at, did make Reiner hesitant for just a brief moment. When his lady was coaxing him along and his dick is already hard, Reiner didn't have to work hard to dispel such worries. He did have enough of a concern to be hesitant about a full blown fuck, so he wasn't sure what was exactly going to happen – but never fear, the goddess of love always has ideas.

"Hmmmm wanna feel me up?" She offered. And even though Reiner's face positively lit up at the suggestion – a man will never tire of seeing his lover's breasts – Priss made sure to throw in a disclaimer, "And don't worry, I'll be sure to get you cumming. Fuck or no fuck."

"I-I wasn't worried about that!" Reiner insisted, "And it's more important to me that you get off."

Priss flopped backwards with a playful sigh, not bothered by impacting the hard stone of the wall. Once laying again, she started to undo her shit with a sultry smile, "How did I manage to get such a gentleman like you interested in me of all people?"

The bra she wore that evening was one that had its clasp on the front, making it a bit more convenient than the alternative. This way, she didn't have to totally take her shirt off to reveal her breasts like she would have had to with a bra that clasped around the back. While she laid there, she stretched her arms above her head and she arched her back, letting out a little moan as she did. Once she relaxed again, her hands remained above her head, putting herself into the most inviting position she could to entice Reiner to come feel up those great tits, not that he needed any incentive. Without hesitation, Reiner climbed on top of her and excitedly thrust his hands onto her soft breasts. She let out a shocked little gasp, which Reiner knew meant he came off a little strong with his initial grab, so he uttered a 'sorry' under his breath and eased up. As he knew it'd be, her skin was smooth and warm; her nipples were already hard too, so she definitely wasn't kidding about already being horny.

"I ask the same thing too," He said quietly, hoping he was maintaining a good balance between not too hard and not too soft with his groping, "What did I ever do right to meet you?"

While Reiner's eyes had first locked on those fat titties and her cute stomach, his gaze couldn't help but travel up to her face as he tenderly massaged her. Her face was still red with arousal and she was biting her lower lip, and at the time he had caught her with her eyes closed – but as if she knew he started looking at her face, her eyes opened back up.

"You can keep your eyes on the prize you know," She assured him in a husky voice.

"Yeah, I know," Reiner replied, his loving gaze not breaking away from her own, "I am."

Outside of another quaint home, Priss stood with her shaking hand held up to the front door. Upon reflection, she wasn't sure exactly what she was going to accomplish other than a quick 'thanks' – but all the same, Priss wanted to personally thank the Yeagers. After her long hesitation, she finally knocked loudly against the door. All was quiet for the moment as she slowly lowered her arm back to her side, but soon enough some shuffling could be heard within, and eventually the unlocking and opening of the door where an elderly woman poked her head out.

"Uh, hi there," Priss said awkwardly, "You're Mrs. Yeager, right? You don't know me but-"

"Oh no, I know who you are," The old woman told her with a smile that was worn with old age but still kind and welcoming, "Our Grandson Zeke had told us about you. Priscilla Braun, yes?"

"So, I've got the right place..." Priss mumbled under her breath before getting back to properly addressing Grandmother Yeager, "But yeah that'd be me. And what I really wanted to come here to say is that I'm really grateful for your help... Thank you."

Priss politely bowed her head to the elder Yeager and folded her hands in front of her. While her head was still held down, she could hear Mrs. Yeager quietly laughing.

"Why don't you come in for a bit?" She offered, opening up the door more, "There's some tea brewing, and admittedly I'm curious about the person that our boy Zeke was so keen on helping."

Priss popped her head back up to see the older woman still looking upon her with a gentle smile; a generosity that Priss felt was almost undeserved. She didn't want to place her trust in this person too much or too quickly, considering how 'well' things went with her and Karina, but she didn't want to write off someone who had been a large part in helping Priss sort her new life out – not without good reason to anyway, and as things were now, she didn't have any reason to distrust Mrs. Yeager.

"Well uh..." Priss began as she straightened herself up again. Her voice was tinged with uncertainty, but she shook it off her and spoke with confidence, "Yeah, I think I will actually. Thank you."