[Aubrey’s frowning, too—out of a badly-masked concern, and she gives up trying to hide it at Armin’s response.]

Wait, no, you don’t need to be sorry. [She’s tempted to reach out, but Armin hasn’t been super receptive to that (not denying, but she hasn’t noticed him liking it), so she keeps her hands back. Her arms would be loosely folded if it didn’t feel weird with the wet fabric.] It just… surprised me.