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Historia loved how touchy-feely Ymir was. She liked how easy it was for her to put an arm around her shoulders, a hand on her waist or simply to hug her. They lived in a world where they could be killed at any moment and those short and sweet moments of comfort allowed her to forget everything, to be happy, if only for a few minutes.
So, trying to forget everything around her, her secret identity and the problems associated with her status and her past, Historia put her arms around Ymir's waist and returned her embrace with a smile.