A voice seemed to shout. It sounded hollow, like it was far away.

"My!" It said.

"Myra!" It shouted again, but this time sounding closer.

"Please wake up..." The voice begged.

Myra complied with the voice's wishes, slowly fluttering her eyes open. She recognized the golden eyes in front of her that greatly resembled her own.

"E-Ed?" She managed to say, trying to snap out of her drowsiness. She was leaning with her back against the wall. The casings around her hands were shattered and its remains were scattered across the ground. Myra easily guessed that it was Ed's doing.

"You-You had us so worried..." Ed let his head drop, allowing his bangs to hide his golden orbs. "When we found out you were taken again... It felt so much like before. We weren't with you and then—"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you like that, I—" Myra was cut off when Ed abruptly hugged her, his head buried in her shoulder.

She was about to say something when a muffled sob escaped him.

Myra gently wrapped her arms around him. "I scared you, didn't I?" She spoke softly.

Ed raised his head a little so his words weren't muffled, "Al and I... we thought we might have lost you again. I met Hohenheim... you're sick... you're not gonna— That's what the old man was telling me! Tell me he's lying!" Ed's golden eyes were pleading. Myra had never seen Ed in such a state before and it hurt her seeing him like this.

She wanted to deny it. She wanted to tell both Ed and Al that she wasn't sick. That she is perfectly healthy and that everything was going to be okay. But she knew better than to lie.

"I'm so sorry, Ed." Myra's voice cracked as she held back tears. Ed's own tears trickled down his face. His eyes now held sadness and regret. "I wanted to tell you and Al sooner, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Then when I finally decided to tell you, we got separated and the timing was never right... I know it's not a good excuse, but I guess I just didn't want to distract you guys from getting your bodies back."

"You're right," Ed said. "It's a stupid excuse!"

"I'm so sorry. I should have told you two sooner." Myra's face was solemn. "Does Al know?"

Ed slowly nodded his head as he wiped his face with his sleeve. "He met Hohenheim before I did, so he knows."

"How did he take it?" Myra asked.

"How do you think?!"

Myra didn't open her mouth to speak, so he continued, "It's similar to what happened to Mom. This explains why you froze up in Briggs. I-I don't want history to repeat itself, it—"

Myra cut him off, "It's not the same thing as what Mom had. It seems similar... but it's not."

"Dammit..." Ed clenched his teeth and his hands balled into fists at the immense amount of anger he felt. "It wasn't your fault! Your not like Al and I who chose to perform human transmutation! You were forced into it after a year of being tortured! You've been forced to live with all of this when you've slowly been dying this entire time?!"

Myra pulled him into a tight embrace. "I'm at least going to live until after the Promised Day. Focus on getting your bodies back and defeating the homunculi father for now. Then you can focus on me."

Despite being held in a cold underground, Myra's embrace was warm. And for a moment, Ed felt like they were kids back in Resembool. Back when they lived peaceful lives and when their mother was still alive.

"But—"

"No arguments." She stated firmly. "I'll help as much as I can. But I promise not to overdo it."

This seemed to satisfy Ed as he pulled away to look at her, "How are you feeling now?"

"Just a bit weak." Myra admitted.

Ed nodded, "We need to get you out of here. Can you stand?"

"I think so." But Ed didn't listen to what she had to say. He was already holding onto her elbow as he helped her up to her feet. Once she was standing, Ed made her lean against him for support.

It was true, Myra's face was a little paler and she felt weaker than before. Ed noticed this and they began walking.

"How much longer until the Promised Day?" Myra asked.

"It's in a few days. You need to rest as much as you can until then." Ed replied.

"Mommy, look at this!"

"Hmm?" Gracia turned her head to look at her daughter, Elicia. Her attention suddenly shifted, however, when she heard a knock at the door. "Just a minute, dear, I'm going to see who it is."

Gracia walked over to the door, with Elicia playing in the background, and opened it. She gasped when she saw a pale Myra being supported by Ed.

"Gracia, if you don't mind, we need a favour." Myra looked at the woman who had acted as a surrogate mother to her during the years after escaping the homunculi.

"Oh my goodness! Myra, Ed, come in." She hastily moved out of the way to make room for the two to enter.

"Myra, you don't look like you're doing well." Gracia fussed over her as she helped Ed bring her to the couch. "...it's your illness, isn't it?" She hesitated before asking sadly.

"Wait a minute..." Ed drifted off as they sat down and Gracia left to make tea.

"Hughes found out about it, and after a while, was forced to tell Gracia." Myra explained.

"Big Sister Myra!" Elicia shouted as she tried to launch herself onto Myra's lap.

Before she could though, Ed caught her and started tickling her, "Easy there, Elicia, my sister's not feeling very well right now."

"Big Brother Ed!" Elicia called through her giggle fit. She then stopped laughing, "Hmm? Your sister?" She looked up at the two confused, causing Myra to chuckle lightly.

Ed let out a small laugh, "That's right! Myra, here, is my older sister." He said, pointing a thumb in her direction.

Elicia was excited about hearing this. A huge grin spread across her face as she went to hug the golden haired girl.

"Be careful, Elicia." Gracia said, concerned, as she set down a tray of tea. She poured three cups and handed one to Myra, then Ed. She sat across from them with the third cup in hand.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Myra smiled, pulling Elicia to her side while still keeping an arm around her.

"You always said my tea helped to make you feel better." Gracia said teasingly.

"It does, thank you." Myra said taking a sip, colour already returning to her face. Gracia stared at the two Elrics.

"You knew that we're siblings." Myra said, looking at Gracia.

Gracia gave a sad smile, "My husband told me. He told me after he had met you and Al, actually." She said looking at Ed. "He kept going on about you three and how you look like siblings," she chuckled. "Especially since Myra was always so vague when talking about anything to do with her past."

"Wait," Ed said in realization, "Is that why he was so open and willing to accept Al and I from the start?"

"Knowing Maes, you're probably right." Gracia smiled.

"Can you stay?" Elicia suddenly asked, looking up at Myra with big hopeful eyes.

"Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to your Mom about." Elicia's face lit up as Myra turned to Gracia again. "Gracia, I was wondering if I could stay here for a few days? I'm not doing my best right now and—"

"Of course, Myra." Gracia smiled. "You're welcome to stay here anytime. And we've missed you, especially Elicia." Myra looked at Elicia who nodded excitedly in agreement.

"Please take care of her, Mrs. Hughes." Ed said politely.

"Don't worry, Edward. I'll do everything I can."

"Thank you."

Gracia nodded before turning to Myra. "Myra, how are you feeling?"

"Better than before now that I've had the tea." Myra said setting down her empty cup.

"Why don't you take a shower and I'll make dinner for the four of us."

"That sounds nice." Myra nodded, standing up.

"Are you going to be ok?" Ed asked with worry.

"Ed, you worry too much. I'll be fine." She said ruffling his hair as she walked past him.

Ed held a contemplating gaze as he determined what he should do next.

"I know you need to get back to everyone else," Myra spoke. "I don't want to be in your way."

"But, My, I'm—"

"—concerned for my health." She finished for him. "I know, but I've still got time. At least stay for dinner." Myra said walking off.

"But how much time?" Ed whispered solemnly when Myra was out of earshot.