[Leslie nods slowly, though at the moment, she thinks that she’s most likely to notice when she gets dressed because that’s usually when she compares her height to the chalk marks she’s made on the wall behind her dresser.]

I know. But...I have so far to go. People - [an embarrassed hesitation] — people keep mistaking me for a ten year old. Sir Bethrion, he —

[She brings a hand next to her mouth and rises to her tiptoes to try to signal that she wants to whisper in Mikasa’s ear — which is still a little past her capability to get near on her own even with Mikasa’s decreased height. Whether or not Mikasa gets the hint to lean down, Leslie will eventually whisper as quietly as she thinks Mikasa will be able to hear with the current distance between mouth and ear:]

Sir Bethrion thought that I was five.