Simon stumbles to his feet and balances himself up against a light pole. He sees the unit commander's uniform but it's hard to see anything else through a third-degree concussion.
"A- uh- at ease s-sir?"
He's hallucinating. Sakuya points this out with a concerned tone.
"You shouldn't have been so rough with him, Erwin."
"How was
I supposed to know he was so squishy."
Mako quietly asks, "Is he really squishy?"
"Mako!"
"Just asking."
"Well," Erwin huffs, leaning back. "Considering how hard I put his face into the ground somebody has to direct him to an infirmary."
Mako and Sakuya just stare silently at her, realization slowly dawning on the blonde's face.
"You can't be serious."
Sakuya nods slowly.
"He's
reaping what he's sown! Or... however the phrase goes."
"Erwin..."
"But he aaasked for it."
"Erwin."
"But-"
"This isn't the time to be cracking the skulls of our allies against the pavement."
Erwin quietly grumbles in resignation, following Simon and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards the medical center nearby.
Sakuya and Mako quietly watch her go, the former pouring more tea for the latter.