Watching the dragon eat is to terribly cute, really. Erwin can't help briefly imagining a world in which the Survey Corps rode dragons to defeat titans, ones that could change their size and conveniently shrink into little Jeeps that could easily ride on shoulders and be better cared for. He loved their horses, but as well trained and indominable as they could be, they could still be frighteningly easy to kill.

Ah, well.

Erwin sips his tea - it has a somewhat strange flavor, slightly bitter, but also...grassy, in a sense. He hasn't decided yet if it's to his taste.

The description of this other place is...troubling. His brow furrows gently, a frown turning down the corners of his lips.

"That sounds...quite frightening, really. Was it a dangerous place?"