[Cool and soothing is one thing, at least.

Armin holds the shirt to his eye with a soft intake of breath. Soon the sting goes away though, the throb getting less and less.]

Ambrose. My sandygast. [And then, added just in case:] the one that looks like a sandcastle.

Though, if it wasn't for Magellan, they probably would've stolen more than that.

[Magellan lifts his head at the sound of his name, responding with a rough throaty purr-growl. Yes. Yes, he did that.]