Finally, my dreams have counted up to a hundred today

[equinamity]

Riza had wanted to visit straightaway, but things had been so chaotic. The Colonel still with sightless eyes and herself still primarily confined to bed--it was more than just a stroll down the hall to check on the brothers in person. She had had to give control to Fuery, accept that he could watch the Colonel alone, and get permission from the nurse.

But she had made it to the brothers room.

Riza hadn't seen much of anything at the end of the battle. Per Mustang, when the adrenaline wore off she was out like a light and promptly swept away by the medics. She knew only of what happened by word of mouth.

Knocking on the door quietly, she pokes her head into the room.  Despite it pulling on various bandages, she can't help but smile.

"Good morning."

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[armoured]

Al is still getting used to having a body again.

For everything that he had imagined doing or feeling again when he got his body back, there are a hundred extra things that he had completely forgotten about. The first time that he needed to pee, it had taken an embarrassingly long time for him to realise that was what the sensation was, and he's definitely not used to being so weak and malnourished that he needs support whenever he gets out of bed.

Ed has been hovering over him like a mother rather than an older brother, encouraging him to eat the mush that his stomach can handle, doing the physical exercises with him, just-- being there. But he's asleep in the chair by the bed right now, head fallen right back and mouth open wide as he snores.

Al smiles brightly when he sees who's at the door, waving one of his stick-thin arms happily.

"Lieutenant! It's so good to see you, I've been kind of worried. D'you want me to wake Ed?"