That motion didn't look at all good. Just how much damage had this child sustained? He holds on to Armin's hand, offering his strength as crutch or emotional support - whichever he needs most at the moment, dark eyes searching the boy's face worriedly.

"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Armin, even if I wish it could be under better circumstances." He hesitates, then continues more slowly. "I have seen you before. In the space between worlds; I didn't know you then. It appears that someone or something in this place is tampering with memories."

Shaking his head, he dips his shoulder to get beneath the blond's arm, laying a light, warm palm on Armin's chest to help him straighten. "No matter what we're to do here, I think your injuries need to be checked first. There aren't any cuts that I can see. Your stomach hurts?"