( a sniffle here and there. another hiccup or three. Armin watches — older? or perhaps battle worn from this place? — although his attention falls, momentarily, to the medical supplies laid useless on the ground. prompted to raise his head, Armin pauses. spring water? is that all available? or does he seem so miserable?
accepting, voice soft again, ) Thank you. ( Armin sets the bottle firm against his thigh, one hand to crack the seal. half turning, ) You can put your medkit away. I'll be healed up in an hour or two.
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accepting, voice soft again, ) Thank you. ( Armin sets the bottle firm against his thigh, one hand to crack the seal. half turning, ) You can put your medkit away. I'll be healed up in an hour or two.