[ moving with roy's tugging comes almost subconsciously, his guidance prompting her immediately to follow. to step with him off to the side. it's odd, in a way, how little she is noticing these things, how kind of off it all seems. she notices it more in comparison to roy's attention, efficiency, and effort.

maybe she is less fine than she thought?

at roy's insistence, though, she gives him a look. i don't need alchemy to defend myself. no, maybe he doesn't. they all had their own level of training as required by the government, a baseline for soldiers before each was allowed a different path. riza sometimes forgets that the colonel can even work a gun himself, with how he uses, and depends, on alchemy. but he does have a point.

she nods, feeling a light stretch of....what. skin? not-skin? at her neck. ]

Can we trust a hospital, here? [ the question comes without thought, but riza looks to roy anyway. ] Not to question your orders, Colonel. But given the situation, shouldn't we question any possible government-run establishment for working with Qri?

[ the mention of mei, of what happens back home, of being healed sends a strange sensation to the pit of her stomach. like she missed a step, falling just a few extra inches for setting herself straight again. right. she survives back home. he told her that. ]