Riza comes to soon. She tries to flail, driven out of her mind with pain. She stops when the movements pull on her burnt skin, and whimpers. She buries her face in the lapels of Roy's coat, trying to inhale the spicy scent of him rather than the acrid odor of burned flesh.

Her flesh.

Tears leak out from the corners of her jammed-shut eyes. She bites her lip and tastes the iron tang of blood. "R-Roy?"