[Minatsuki grunts, looking away partially out of continued embarrassment, but also because seeing him grip Armin's hands reminds her too much of when she was younger, trying to shake her mother back to life after inadvertently slicing her apart. It's like he's trying to will the kid into resurrecting in much the same way, despite knowing it was impossible, and there was no turning back.

But Eren was like that, she'd come to notice. Stubborn and unrelenting, even in the face of impossible odds.

She's still unsure whether to be irritated by that or admire him for it. She throws her hand up.]

I'm not. [Actually, it was like pulling teeth.] And you don't even need to ask me to help, moron.

[A promise was a promise, after all.

Minatsuki looks from his demonstration down to his arms again, sees hints of scarring from the bitemarks. Looks at him straight in the eye not long thereafter. She doesn't look disturbed or even shocked; just...vaguely understanding.

It made sense now. What had happened last week. Why the cold didn't seem to affect him even earlier.

He was the very thing he wanted so desperately gone.]

So they're connected to your power. It's how you trigger it.

[She looks off to the side. But she'd rather hear him confirm it.]

What is your power, Eren?