Bertolt offers his best friend an apologetic smile as he stands, hissing softly as his spine popped. Sleeping on the hard ground never got any easier, no matter how much he's used to it. He missed the old barn they found months ago, but it wasn't suitable for long-term. Still, one could dream of a proper night's rest. "I'll take your watch, okay?"

It's one way to make it up to Reiner.

He gives the boy a cautious look and a small nod before he starts to lead Reiner away from the camp - close, but not close enough for people to eavesdrop without being spotted. Bertolt didn't like straying too far. Once he feels safe enough, he drops the facade and furrows his brows.

"...Sorry. I just don't know when we'll get another chance."