It would help. Immensely. Erwin is pretty much the only person whose casual touch doesn't automatically put him on guard, whose hand on his shoulder is more grounding and guiding than anything else.
They have time. Somehow Levi gets the feeling that that's all they'll have here; he's sure that some dangers await, but compared to what they left, it feels peaceful, here. It's less time and more place; it's hot, and the longer he's caked in sand the crankier he'll become. Otherwise, he'd be more than happy to let Erwin wax poetic on any of the wonders they find here.
He scrubs his feet and legs off as best he can with nothing really on hand to scrub with. Likewise lacking something really suitable to *dry* himself off, with, he carefully uses the edge of his cloak. It's seen worse things than sand and water, but as it's undetermined if he'll ever be able to obtain another, it wouldn't do going and unnecessarily wearing it out.
Occasionally, he sneaks glances out the corner of his eye at Erwin - from this perspective he can't quite see him fully, but enough to ensure that he's not face down in the sand. He knows he shouldn't hover; Erwin is still mostly capable of looking after himself, especially now with some of his strength back. But after willingly putting his life on the line for him over and over again, what was a few buttons?
Levi spies a changing tent only a few paces over, and dresses quickly. He returns to Erwin, shirt halfway buttoned and sleeves rolled up, his cloak and cravat under his arm. "C'mon, let's find some real shade. I'm fucking over this heat."
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They have time. Somehow Levi gets the feeling that that's all they'll have here; he's sure that some dangers await, but compared to what they left, it feels peaceful, here. It's less time and more place; it's hot, and the longer he's caked in sand the crankier he'll become. Otherwise, he'd be more than happy to let Erwin wax poetic on any of the wonders they find here.
He scrubs his feet and legs off as best he can with nothing really on hand to scrub with. Likewise lacking something really suitable to *dry* himself off, with, he carefully uses the edge of his cloak. It's seen worse things than sand and water, but as it's undetermined if he'll ever be able to obtain another, it wouldn't do going and unnecessarily wearing it out.
Occasionally, he sneaks glances out the corner of his eye at Erwin - from this perspective he can't quite see him fully, but enough to ensure that he's not face down in the sand. He knows he shouldn't hover; Erwin is still mostly capable of looking after himself, especially now with some of his strength back. But after willingly putting his life on the line for him over and over again, what was a few buttons?
Levi spies a changing tent only a few paces over, and dresses quickly. He returns to Erwin, shirt halfway buttoned and sleeves rolled up, his cloak and cravat under his arm. "C'mon, let's find some real shade. I'm fucking over this heat."