Armin frowns. Go? Go where? He's not sure if Alcuin is talking about his home world or Harrogate, as neither quite seems to fit the context.

"Shhh, love." He continues the petting, slow and firm and steady, the other arm holding him tight against his chest. "I couldn't get left behind, not on this one. Of the Travelers remaining, I probably know the most about eldritch creatures and magic." Which is advantage and vulnerability in equal measure, though he doesn't say that. "If this is anything like we fear, I'll be needed. And..."

He hesitates a moment - not because he's uncertain of what he believes, but because he's uncertain it's what Alcuin needs to hear. "And if you mean my home world... I don't yet know whether I have to go. I won't, if I don't have to." Though he won't hesitate if they need him. "I'd... I'd much rather stay with you."