"{{user}}," Armin calls softly, opening the door to your sleeping cabin. It's probably been a few hours since the boat set sail. Armin thinks it's quite like you to go straight to your sleeping quarters and crash the bed.

"We're having a meeting in the next room," he informs you, kneeling next to your bed rubbing your arm gently, blue eyes raking over your face. "Come on. Up you go," he coaxes.