She sat quietly in the chair, slowly peeling the green apple held between her slender hands. Her golden hair laid around her face and shoulders, curling slightly at the ends.
"Hawkeye?" Roy's voice sounded disoriented, sleepy.
She continued peeling the apple, staying silent as Roy woke up. She cut the apple into small slices, big enough to make a nice bite but not so big as to not fit.
"You need to eat, sir." Hawkeye stabbed a piece and hovered the food above his mouth.
Roy looked at her steadily, understanding why he was there and what had happened. He opened his mouth and bit the apple off the knife. As he pulled back the knife lightly knicked his lip making him instantly release the knife.
Riza noted the blood and felt a slight stupidity at herself for letting him hurt himself so easily after having failed him enough for him to be hurt as badly as he was.
She laid the knife down and looked at Roy, no fear ever showing in her eyes. "Sir, you do not seem to be able to handle eating with the knife. May I use my hands to give you the food?"
Roy looked at her kindly and nodded at her.
Riza picked up the next apple piece and fed him the next piece. She felt a joy and calm love bubbling up inside herself. For the first time ever she had fed someone she loved with her own hands, not some utensil.