Levi fell asleep while Kumiho was washing and massaging his sculpt. He didn't realise how tired he was until that moment.
When he came to it was the next day and his door was slightly ajar, a pair of tennis ball shaped green eyes were peeking from the small crack.
It was strange that she wouldn't come in when she had no problem doing that in the past. When she was still suffering from her nightmares his bed was the only thing that gave her comfort but now all she could muster was a peek beyond the door frame.
"What's wrong, Scar?"
"Wh-who are you?" She stammered struggling to get the words out.
"Huh? It's me Levi. I've grown a little muscles but it's still me."
"You don't feel like him." She tried to argue.
"I've gotten stronger that's why I feel a little different, I promise, it's still me." He reassured her.
