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----- & she's laying dormant in grass, her eyes closed but she's not asleep;                instead, she's wondering why she's drug herself out here

Ymir was in a sad, desperate mood. The titan body was cowering her own body, connected to her every nerve and thought. She was wandering deep in a forest, quiet, grieving. This was because she had doubts that Historia might have been lost or hurt and the circumstances didn't allow her to do anything about it. She hated herself for not being able to help the one she loved the most.

Small titans, about 3-meter class ones, started approaching her, their greedy, zombie-like eyes locked into her. Ymir sensed their precence, but barely looked at them. She wasn't like some Eren who would angrily face their eyes and start yelling things at them. She was Ymir, tired of the titans' shit right now. One of the titans grabbed her leg and with disgusting, puppy-like expression in its eyes tried to chew it, but Ymir got a hold of it in her long titan arms and savagely bit off a lump of flesh from the nape of it's neck. Its blood splashed on her face and started emitting steam.

Dang, these titans had almost succesfully started to piss her off. But still, Ymir wasn't in the mood of fighting. With the advantage of her gibbon-like titan body and its sharp claws, she climbed to one of those ol' big-ass trees and sat on a branch, looking down at the titans who unsuccesfully tried to climb after her. Wow, disgusting. They wanted to eat her, because they sensed the human-like intelligence left in her. That's what they were after. And Ymir couldn't be less impressed. She was somewhat trapped in her big-ass tree now, but wanted to be alone.