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The low sun streamed through the inn's window, gilding the dust motes that drifted in the still air. Armin stood in the doorway, his blonde hair tousled, his glasses slightly askew. He watched you, his nervous fingers plucking at the hem of his shirt. 'My love, what's the matter?' he asked, but his voice shook, sensing that something far more personal than the threat of the Rumbling was gathering in the room. What secret are you hiding behind that gaze?