They were tired. It was clear in the sagging of their shoulders, the drooping of their eyelids, and the slowness in their responses. They were still on the battlefield, and there were still Titans dangerously close to them, even if the Scouts were steadily demolishing them. She sympathized that they were fresh soldiers; green behind the ears, and in their first ever conflict with these humongous beasts. Even if they had encountered them before, it was a whole ‘nother thing in having to fight them, and come out on the other side, victorious against the odds.

The white-haired woman helped the young blonde to his feet. He was the smallest of the trio, probably the youngest, but Sarah didn't want to jump to any conclusions yet. By the look in his big blue eyes, something told Sara from within that he wasn't exactly fighting-material. There was a youthfulness to him; a gentle, child-like soul. He was young; in his prime, at least, his short, somewhat-muscular build was evident that he wasn't really a fighter, but again, Sarah didn't want to underestimate him, or make guesses. 

"You survive best by always moving forward", she advised to Armin, before narrowing her eyes, and looking behind her at the dead Titan’s already evaporating steam into the air. She looked back at the smaller cadet, at the corner of her eye, and gestured to the wall before them. 

The black-haired girl, who appeared to be around the unconscious boy's age, was on high-alert, even as she clung onto his form. The blade in her one hand was tight in her grip, and the fire in her grey eyes was ever vigilant and burning; a passion to which Sarah recognized, in relation to her own. There was a strength that the white-haired woman was able to determine. It looked as if Mikasa withheld a similar goal. However, it would appear that she made a vow that held the definition of 'die-trying'. 

Plus, it was evident when the Asian held the boy tighter when Sarah began to approach her, in order to take the boy. If she could observe, it appeared as if the girl was stubborn to her intentions. In a way, that spark of capability within her would never go unnoticed. It seems that Mikasa was able to cooperate when she finally allowed her to take the boy, and hoist him under her one arm, right after she sheathed one of her blades. Sarah made a mental note to keep an eye on her from afar, even after seeing two cadets follow her from behind.

On her way up the wall, she looked before her, in order to see the ugly monstrosities; mindless things, preying the small and weak; wiping out humanity was their urge; a compulsion never ending. Sarah also looked down, below her, to see the other Scouts on the ground, who’ve aided in their escape. 

As soon as the white-haired woman made it up the wall, she sheathed her other blade, before carefully and gently laying the body of the unconscious boy down on his back, taking off her cape, and wrapping it, so to place it underneath his head. The other cadets were not too far away, having to be quickly by his side. While she did these things, she heard the voice of the Captain himself. Turning around, she took notice of the same cadet she had to rescue not too long ago, who still appeared to be injured, and seemingly reporting to Levi. 

Standing back up, the lieutenant gazed back at the city, watching the smoke, before looking down upon the carcasses of both human and Titan, mentally passing her honor down to the human corpses, and discontent for their murders.