[she swallows, and closes her eyes briefly when he says that, then glances back at that door, herself. She picks up the trousers and bundles them up, her hands moving on their own, as she finally speaks.]

He... we don't have to wake him yet.

[she comes back and sinks onto the couch next to Al, her hands still bundled in the trousers. He looks so impossibly small, all curled up in that sweater. Alphonse shouldn't be this small. She's still so confused, and a little frightened, but those worry lines on his face make her put on a reassuring voice.]

He'll be... he'll be overjoyed, won't he? This—having your real body back, this is what you've both been working towards for years, isn't it?