[Aubrey, for one, isn’t too worried about her relationship with Eren. Rings and double vows and all. And this is low-stakes—even as Armin cups her face, and his lips part, and Aubrey finds herself lingering, too, face pleasantly warm.

[Ah…
[…well.]

[It’d be rude to pull back too quickly, anyway, right? She tries not to stare deeply into his eyes or whatever; but her gaze falls on his lips instead, which is hardly an improvement.]

All this for a yes-or-no question, huh? [It’s softer than she means for it to be.]

[Idly Aubrey gives Eren a light scritch.] It was your answer, but… I’d say yes.