[Ah, his neck. It's so cold, so wet, so covered in slobber right now.

Armin awkwardly fends off the sawsbuck's affections with one hand.]

It's-- his name is supposed to be Xander. But he doesn't listen to it very well.

[As a small deerling, it had been so easy to nickname him sandy based on the colour of his coat, and, well, Xander-- no, Sandy liked the sound of it a lot better than his full and proper name.]

And we've been here for... half a year now, I think. It's not just me either. Bertolt, Jean and Eren are here as well.