[ the drawing he’s about to drag in the sand starts to look like a rendition of the back of someone’s head— he’s never see his titan’s reflection, but he knows it’s bird-like. he decides to add an open, jagged beak to the circle of said head, then marks a little stick figure right in the middle of the nape, circling it. ]

I’m right there, about one meter by ten centimeters in. There’s, um— [ he considers saying it, but opts in not going to strong, ] a margin of error, if you count the limbs. As long as the outer margin is followed, it should be fine.