Since acquiring some more casual clothing during his time here (today is a navy sweater and light gray pants over caramel brown leather boots), Erwin has rarely worn his uniform. The cloak occasionally comes out on cold days, but it's more for familiarity than anything official.

"Thank you," he says, stepping inside before offering the box to the younger man. "I've brought some pastries for you and Mikasa, I hope you'll forgive the abrupt intrusion."

He takes Jean in, looking for some of the things that had concerned Levi - fatigue, stiffness in his movements from overworked muscles.

"How've you been, lately?"