Alcuin looks almost ghoulish, climbing lithely, and a little too quickly, out of his own cubby, pale skin splashed with blood and forearms seamed with a new set of thin scars. In a completely undignified and ungraceful motion, he scrambles out, dark eyes wide and devoid of his usual serenity as he looks about and absently presses a hand to his stomach.

In a moment, though, he catches sight of Armin and hastens over to offer his help. "Are you all right?" he asks softly, concern overcoming the evident alarm of waking up.