[Okay, that helps break the tension a bit, because how can you not laugh at the mental image of two hulking beasts acting like a pair of grumpy pups?
It's still a little... nerve-wracking, being so open now. But she has to. She promised.]
My name... my real name. [She's not sure if Bertolt remembers everything that happened on the roof of Utgard, so he might not get where this is coming from... but oh well.] It's not Krista. It's Historia. Historia Reiss.
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It's still a little... nerve-wracking, being so open now. But she has to. She promised.]
My name... my real name. [She's not sure if Bertolt remembers everything that happened on the roof of Utgard, so he might not get where this is coming from... but oh well.] It's not Krista. It's Historia. Historia Reiss.