an: we're almost to the end! the last two chapters have been drafted up completely already but they are extremely rough and need a lot of work still. however, hopefully that means it won't be too long until this story is all wrapped up. hope you enjoy the chapter!

song for this chapter: joshua radin – high and low

1915

and i'll see you in the high and low

in the high and low i'll find you

"Are you ready?"

"Hm?" Roy's head turned towards her. She'd broken him out of his thoughts. His expression had been miles away as he sat on the edge of his hospital bed in quiet contemplation. Riza was curious about what had taken up so much of his attention but didn't enquire. If he wanted to share, he would.

"I asked if you were ready to go," she explained softly.

"Oh, yes." Roy straightened his spine and placed both hands flat on his thighs. "I'm ready."

Riza took his hand in hers and angled her body so they were walking side by side. Her other hand rose to grasp his elbow, cradling it within her palm.

"Thank you," Roy smiled. He gave her hand a tiny nudge with his elbow.

"It's no problem, Roy. You know that."

"I know, but you've helped me so much and without complaint."

Riza laughed to herself. "I'm happy to help."

"How is your neck? And your shoulder? Let me know if you need to stop or sit down."

"They're fine, Roy. There's no pain. And I will, don't worry."

Yesterday while they'd been on their first walk out of their room Riza had a sudden bout of light-headedness. They'd been on their way to a payphone to finally call Chris, after a few days of no contact. Breda had appointed himself their liaison and provided her with an update on their current situation, as both Roy and Riza had been on bedrest since their arrival. They were itching to speak to her, and possibly speak to Mia, but it hadn't come to pass. On their way there Riza had clumsily fallen into a chair as her vision blurred into a solid grey colour, letting go of Roy and frightening him with her abrupt silence. The feeling had passed over her in a slow wave as she clutched at her forehead. It was painless but disorientating. While Roy had frantically called her name, a nurse found them and recognised Riza's signs. She placated Roy with a quick explanation as Riza was unable to do it herself. All of her focus was on breathing and not passing out, so was unable to formulate any kind of sentence. They both were promptly whisked back to their room after that and it seemed Roy wouldn't be quick to forget about that incident.

She'd lost a lot of blood, so her body was still trying to recover it, the doctor had explained. Riza started to worry she may be kept in longer than Roy. Of course, she was concerned for herself and her own wellbeing. The sooner she recovered, the sooner her children could come home to her. But, if Roy was discharged by himself… Their home wasn't equipped for housing someone who was blind. She had to get things organised, rearrange rooms, create paths for him…

And then there was their children to think about as well. She couldn't take care of them while being so weak. Thankfully, they were still in Xing with Chris and the girls. Riza would love for them to come home, but it wasn't feasible or practical. If they did they'd have to stay with Chris and both parents knew Mia would be wondering where they were. She'd be constantly asking after them. To save her any worry and stress, they agreed, if it was all right with Chris, to keep them both in Xing until they left the hospital. It saved them giving an explanation to a child who was too young to understand properly what had happened to them.

Breda confirmed Chris had agreed to that plan. She'd been thinking the same thing too. Riza was grateful to have one weight lifted off her mind, but all those thoughts and worries were still threatening to give her a headache.

"What are you thinking about?" Roy's expression was one of concentration, as if he were listening to something intently. However, she hadn't said a word or uttered a sound.

One thing that did strike Riza was he could still pick up on a shift in her mood. It may not be the same as before, but it made her smile to know there was still some sort of connection between them.

But that smile quickly fell.

"The future," Riza replied.

Roy patted her arm in sympathy and understanding. He kept it there too, which was a comfort. He was supporting her, as she was doing the same to him.

"I was thinking about when we'll be discharged," she elaborated further. "About whether or not we'll leave at the same time, or if one of us will go first."

"I was wondering that too," Roy admitted. "The doctors are pleased with your progress, but you lost a lot of blood and –" He cut himself off for a moment, swallowing thickly as he stumbled over the memory of their time in the tunnels. "And you need time to recover. It's a large wound, they tell me." The pressure on her forearm increased. "They need to keep you in for further observation to ensure it doesn't get infected."

Riza knew all of this already but reasoned if it helped Roy to find some semblance of peace to go through everything aloud then she wouldn't take that away from him.

"My hands are still pretty bad too," he added. "The surgery went well but there was a lot of damage. I need to be kept in for them, not to mention for rehabilitation as well."

"I just don't want you to be sent home without me," she admitted quietly.

"I know. I don't particularly want to go home by myself either." He chuckled to himself, "I would be a walking hazard without you."

She appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood, however, the worry still weighed heavily on her mind.

"I don't think they would let me leave without some kind of system of care in place though," Roy mused.

"Once your hands are better you'll need to start practicing with your cane."

He pouted playfully. "But you're a much preferable guide."

Riza smirked. "Unfortunately, I can't be with you every minute of every day."

Roy hummed. "I don't know, that does sound pretty wonderful to me."

"You know what I mean," she scolded lightly, but let out a light laugh.

"I know, love," he reassured with a smile. "How do you feel about us potentially training Hayate to help me out around the house?"

Riza bit her lip. "That's a lot to put on him."

"I don't mean full-time. It was mostly for helping me move around."

"He's not trained for that though," she argued.

"It was just a thought." He lifted a hand in surrender. "Obviously if you're not happy with it then we won't. My only thought was he's such a good dog already and can listen very well. He's so attentive. He'd probably work very well as a service dog."

"With the correct training from the correct people, he probably would, yes."

"I don't think it would work out anyway," Roy sighed heavily.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" She was confused.

"Can you imagine me trying to take Mia's best friend away from her?"

Riza snorted lightly. "They are inseparable," she agreed.

"No, I couldn't tear those two apart. That wouldn't be fair. Who knows," Roy shrugged, "it may come naturally to us. Anyway, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I can ask for an update and a time estimate from the doctors this afternoon. That may put our minds at rest a little?"

"I think that's a good idea," Riza nodded. "It would be nice to know some kind of timeframe, if possible, and find out what we have to work with."

"And we won't be without help. The team has already discussed this scenario too, apparently."

Riza cocked her head towards him in surprise.

"If I was to be discharged first, they offered their assistance at home. Rebecca did too. Although," Roy smirked, "I think she only wants to make sure I don't destroy the place on your behalf," he quipped.

"They really offered?"

Roy nodded. "They're happy to help out."

Riza was touched. A fond smile spread across her face as she thought of the men who'd devoted their lives to her husband. She knew they were close but hadn't realised that would extend to outside their work lives as well. Riza didn't know why though, she suddenly thought. They already thought of themselves as unofficial uncles to Mia, and now to Maes as well. They'd also already offered such assistance to her when Roy was in the hospital last year. After that realisation, Riza supposed it would be a natural progression. Her smile grew wider.

"They're a good group of people."

Roy hummed in agreement. "The best group of people."

They continued on their walk and reached their destination, a payphone.

"We're here."

"Trip number two was a success," he beamed.

"It was, thankfully," Riza chuckled. She guided Roy over to a chair beside the phone and sat him down. Rebecca had brought her purse in from home, so Riza rummaged around within for the spare change she needed to make the call.

The phone rang four times before someone answered.

"Hello?" The gruff voice on the other side of the line made Riza smile immediately. It was a welcome sound and a voice she'd missed hearing.

"Chris? It's Riza."

She didn't speak until after a short pause. "Riza?" Before she could open her mouth to confirm, Chris called Vanessa's name, Riza assumed over her shoulder, holding the receiver away. "Good to finally hear from you, Riza.

"I know. Sorry it's been a while."

Chris scoffed. "No need to apologise for that. Breda has kept me up to date. How are you doing?"

We're okay." She glanced over at Roy who was trying to listen in to their conversation. "A little beat up, but all right."

"Beat up?" Her question was short and sharp.

Perhaps Breda hadn't shared some of the finer details with Chris.

"Yes. I sustained some injuries, but they're being treated. We're calling from the hospital."

"And Roy? How's he?"

Breda definitely hadn't shared all of the details.

"Lieutenant Breda only really told me you were alive and would be all right," Chris continued.

Riza could appreciate that. How does one stranger tell another that their son was now blind and their daughter-in-law suffered life threatening injuries?

She glanced over at Roy, noticing how his lips were pressed into a thin line. He gestured for the phone. It was time for him to break the news of his new condition.

"He wants to tell you himself," she replied carefully.

Chris was quiet for a second. "All right." Her words were sombre as she spoke.

"Hi, Chris," Roy greeted.

Riza silently remained by his side. She placed a hand atop his head as he informed his mother that he was now blind and what had happened to his hands. Her fingers ran through his hair, playing with his dark tresses to try comfort and soothe him.

"Yeah… We won."

A proud smile spread across Riza's face as Roy broke their other news.

A chuckle left him as Chris spoke again. "I know, I know," Roy relented. "There's a long way to go yet, but yes, we did it. The plan succeeded."

They spoke back and forth for a few more moments before Roy paused.

"Mia?" Roy's head turned towards Riza's body, facing into her stomach. Her fingers froze in his hair as she spotted his expectant look. Riza's heart leapt into her throat. "Yes, please. If you could put her on."

There was a sudden movement that disrupted Riza from her thoughts. Roy had felt out the chair next to him and slid over. The one he'd vacated was offered to Riza, and she took it immediately. The cord of the phone was long enough so they could sit with their heads together and place the phone in between them, letting both parents speak to their daughter.

The other line was quiet. Riza held her breath and waited. There was some shuffling then they heard Mia speak in a quiet voice, sounding far away.

"Mia?" Riza's voice caught in her throat as she spoke her daughter's name with so much hope and excitement. She was almost overwhelmed with how much she missed her children and couldn't wait to hear her voice again.

"Mummy?"

Relief like no other flowed through Riza's veins. She relaxed completely into her chair with her elation. "Mia, hi. It's Mum. Dad's here too."

"Hey, Mia," he greeted. Roy's voice sounded thick as he spoke but there was the widest grin on his face.

"Hi!" Her reply was bright and excited, nothing like the shy, tentative tone she'd used to first greet them. "I miss you!"

"I know, sweetie. I know, we miss you too. So much."

"It's been a long time since we talked, but Grandma said that's okay because it means I would have a lot more to tell you when you phoned, and we could talk for longer!"

Both parents laughed together. Riza's eyes closed as she leaned her head against Roy's. His arm wrapped around her shoulders tightly.

"We could talk to you forever, Mia," Roy replied, "and we'd be more than happy to do it. How are you?"

"I'm okay! I've been having lots of fun."

"That's great," Roy exclaimed. "I'm so happy that you have."

"We've done loads since we last spoke! We've been to the park near the hotel almost every day. We've been to Xingese temples too which were so pretty! I want to go back but Grandma says we've got lots of other things to visit first before we can –"

Mia went on and on, regaling them of things she'd done since they last spoke. Both parents relaxed against one another, content and happy to let her speak and listen to all of her adventures. Riza had missed hearing about them.

"When will we get to come home?"

"We don't know yet, Mia," Riza answered after a brief pause. "You sound like you're having too much fun to come home," she quipped.

"I am, but I miss you! Maes does too. And I miss Hayate."

Riza felt a pang in her chest. "I know you do. We miss you both terribly as well. But, if you hand the phone back to Grandma we can talk about when you might be able to?"

"Okay! She's right here."

"Goodbye, Mia Bear. I love you," Riza added.

"Love you," Roy chimed in, eager to say it himself.

"Love you too. Bye!"

Riza exhaled and tipped her head back. Roy gave her shoulders a quick squeeze, understanding every emotion she was currently going through, as he was experiencing the same. It was such a relief to hear Mia's voice again after so long and to know she was happy, healthy, and okay.

"She's a little whirlwind," Chris remarked with a chuckle.

"Thank you for giving her the phone," Roy replied.

"Of course, Roy Boy," she dismissed, as if it were obvious she was going to do it in the first place. "Plus, she's been pestering me non-stop for another chance to speak to you both," Chris chuckled. "She's taken it well though. There's not been too many complaints."

"What do you mean?" Roy was instantly alert. Riza shot him a worried look. He looked similar to how she felt. Was Mia doing okay?

"Relax," Chris soothed in her gravelly voice. "She's been fine. She's a good and patient kid. Very understanding too. She's missed you, that's all. A typical kid thing."

Roy exhaled in relief.

"When do you think you'll be out of there?"

"We don't know. I'm going to ask for an estimate this afternoon on when they think we'll be discharged. Obviously with my blindness we'll need to figure out the house first and then come up with some kind of plan to tell Mia…" Roy trailed off, realising that it may be even longer before they see their children.

"Don't worry about a thing," Chris announced firmly. "We've got more than enough to do over here to keep the kids occupied. You two focus on making yourselves better, all right? The more you do, the sooner they can come home. Let me know what the doctors say though, then we can take it from there."

"Okay," Roy exhaled. His shoulders settled and Roy nodded like all his fears had been alleviated somewhat. Chris' support was extremely helpful and meant a lot as they tried to adjust to their lives now. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, kid. We'll get everything figured out and I'll bring them back to you as soon as I can. Take care of yourselves." The last part was almost a warning.

"We will. You too. And thank you, Chris."

They shared a quick goodbye and hung up. Their walk back to the hospital room was quiet as they contemplated their conversation with Chris and Mia. It had been so lovely to hear their voices again. It had been too long, but there wasn't much they could do about that. The important thing was it had happened, and they'd been able to speak with their daughter.

Once back in the room, Riza had finished helping Roy get settled when there was a knock at the door.

"Sir?"

"Come in, Fuery," Roy beckoned.

His head popped around the door. He held onto it as he looked inside the room but didn't take a step further inside. "Sir… Doctor Marcoh has just contacted us." Fuery shifted and his expression turned hopeful for a second. "He has… a proposition for you. Regarding your eyes."

Riza's eyebrows lifted towards her hairline but Fuery didn't let on anything further. Roy went still as he processed what Fuery had said.

"The stone?" His voice was low, almost reverent. Riza wasn't sure what they were referring to, however from the way Roy spoke she could discern there was some gravity behind his words.

Fuery nodded. "Yes. He's on his way in just now and wishes to speak to you, if that's all right?"

"Yes, of course. Bring him in once he's arrived."

"Of course, sir." Fuery left them in silence, closing the door quietly behind him.

"The stone," Riza echoed, looking for further clarification.

Roy paused but then nodded. "Yes. It's… Well, it may be a way for me to get my sight back."

"Colonel? Riza?"

Riza looked up from the book on her lap as Breda's head poked through the door.

"Oh." Breda lowered his voice suddenly. "I didn't realise he was asleep. Sorry," he cringed.

She shot him a smile to placate any worry. "It's okay," Riza replied softly. She marked her place in the book with a finger so as not to lose it. "What's up Breda?"

"Doctor Marcoh has arrived."

Riza inhaled and nodded, understanding what that announcement meant. Roy would be getting his eyesight back today.

They'd spoken with Doctor Marcoh last week about using the stone. It was decided Havoc would be healed first, then Roy. They had to wait for him to arrive in Central, but Havoc's procedure to return his ability to walk had been a success a few days ago. He was currently being monitored a few rooms down from them. Now, the Philosopher's Stone would be used to give Roy his eyesight back.

"I understand," she replied to Breda. "Thank you for letting us know."

"There's also someone else," he interjected. "General Grumman has come for a visit. He'd like to visit as soon as possible if that's all right with you both."

That surprised Riza, however it made sense if Grumman had been a mentor to Roy for years prior to their move to Central.

"Thank you, Breda. Can you give us ten minutes then send General Grumman in?"

"Will do."

The door closed quietly behind him and Riza sighed as she stared down at her husband's sleeping face.

In hospital Riza hadn't needed to worry too much about Roy's movements around the room without aid. It was mostly bare, aside from a chair and two beds, so the space was large enough to manoeuvre himself around safely. Regardless of that fact, Riza was always by his side to assist when needed. With the injuries on his hands he'd been unable to hold a walking cane, but he was improving every day. However, she couldn't help but run through plans in her mind for what would happen when they returned home. She'd need to reorganise and repurpose rooms. There would need to be clear pathways throughout their home which Roy could use and not hurt himself. Mia and Maes' toys would need to be moved and placed in designated areas. They didn't need him tripping over a stray soft bear or sliding on a forgotten pencil. Riza hadn't had a chance to think about how they'd even begin to tell Mia that their father was blind. Now… She may not have to.

It was a bizarre concept, being able to cure the incurable so easily. She'd been made aware of what went into the Philosopher Stone and it set her on edge. It wasn't right and Riza could never look at the stone for too long as it made her uncomfortable. However, it was Roy's decision to use it. He didn't like the thought of using the stone any more than she did, but it would restart him on a path they thought was lost to him. He'd still be able to remain in the military and work towards what he'd always wanted to do. And Roy was determined. More than determined. As soon as the possibility had been planted inside his mind Riza could see him seriously considering it. Not much would turn him away from the prospect.

Ultimately, using the stone was on his conscience, not hers. But Roy's was bearing the weight of so much already… However, it was his choice. He had plans, goals, ambitions… All to better this country and stop history from repeating itself. The stone would help, but was the moral cost worth it for him?

"Whatever it takes," he'd informed her. His tone was determined, but there was a glimmer of grim acceptance in there too.

Riza reached over to gently place her hand on top of Roy's in the bed. Her thumb swiped over the back of it as she tried to coax him awake. She'd decided sitting by Roy's bedside in a chair rather than remaining in her own bed was easier to talk to the room and to him. In her own bed she was constantly twisting and turning her head and that was not the best course of action currently.

"Roy?"

He grunted softly in reply, stirring from his slumber.

"Roy, time to wake up."

A feeble moan left him. His eyes opened briefly but fluttered closed as he quietly sighed and gave into the hold sleep still had on him.

"Roy." Riza laughed quietly at his sleepy expression. She gave his fingers a gentle squeeze. "Doctor Marcoh is here to see you."

She let that news sink in slowly and eventually he sighed. His eyes batted open groggily. "Okay, I'm up," he grumbled.

"Did you sleep well?"

His head turned in her direction and he smiled. "I did. I didn't even realise that I had."

"You were pretty out of it," Riza added.

"Your voice is so soothing and comforting to listen to, that's why," he grinned as Riza's cheeks heated up slightly. "Did you keep reading ahead?"

"After you fell asleep I stopped reading aloud and continued on. It's a good story. I like it."

"I like it too. I like hearing you read it to me."

"I can go back," Riza revealed. "I marked where we finished together. I wouldn't want you to miss the rest of the story."

"You're too good to me."

Riza stood from her chair and slowly approached him. She placed a hand on his forearm, her touch feather light before increasing the pressure. A finger tapped his skin three times. Recognising her signal Roy inhaled in anticipation. Ever so softly she pressed her lips against his.

She hadn't wanted to potentially frighten him with sudden touches after the Promised Day. Not while he was blind and not after the beating he'd received at the hands of Father while blind either. Riza had picked up on the fact he jumped whenever someone placed a hand on him without announcing themselves, so she'd come up with a code. With coded messages, they used two taps. With three taps, she announced she would be coming in for a kiss. All of her touches were soft, and she always made sure to announce herself with her voice before initiating contact.

"I love you, Roy."

He stole another kiss with a grin. "Love you too."

"Not only is Doctor Marcoh here, but General Grumman is as well. I've asked Breda to send him in shortly."

Roy's body stilled. "General Grumman?"

"I don't know why," Riza shook her head. "Breda only told me he was here to see you."

With a sigh Roy sat up on his bed. He groaned and grimaced as the movement hit some of his aches and pains. Enough time had passed that their muscles had recovered, but there were still some bruises and stiffness.

Riza's hand never moved from Roy's forearm and she slid it slowly up his arm to give him some comfort. Her own injuries were much better. The strength of her painkillers had been reduced dramatically and the injuries were healing nicely. The skin around the one on her neck was pink and healthy, while the one on her shoulder was starting to heal over.

"I suppose I better make myself presentable for the General," Roy grumbled.

Riza nodded and her hand slid away from his body.

While Roy rubbed his eyes tiredly Riza was struck with how similar he looked to Mia when she awoke in the morning. After their conversation on the phone Riza had made a point to call Chris every day. She couldn't go that long again without speaking to Mia again. They'd even heard Maes gurgle happily through the receiver. Roy had gently but clumsily wiped away her tears after it. He'd accidentally poked her in the eye, which earned a giggle from them both, cheering Riza up a little. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

"Colonel," General Grumman greeted warmly as he entered the room. "Mrs. Mustang." He bowed his head respectfully towards her.

"General, sir," Roy welcomed.

"Good day, General," Riza nodded.

"At ease, Mustang," Grumman replied, waving Roy off as his hand lifted to salute while sitting up straighter in his bed.

"Understood."

Riza watched on with interest. It was intriguing to note how much Roy's voice changed whenever he was talking to a colleague or a superior. It was funny to think about, remembering just how goofy and dorky he could be with her and their family. It was not a bad thing he was acting differently. It was another part of him, and that part had always intrigued and fascinated Riza. She sat back in her chair to observe their conversation quietly.

"How are you doing, Mustang?"

"Well, sir. Just a few aches and pains but nothing major."

The General lifted an eyebrow in doubt, making Riza wonder if he was already aware of his lost eyesight. She figured that at this point in time it would be common knowledge. Especially to the likes of General Grumman.

"Losing one's eyesight would be considered major, Colonel."

"I'm alive," Roy replied with determination. "That's enough for me for the moment."

Riza kept her mouth shut about Doctor Marcoh's visit. She already felt like she was privy to a conversation she shouldn't be a part of so let them converse in peace.

"Mrs. Mustang?"

Her head lifted, surprised that the General had anything to say to her.

"If you wouldn't mind, could I borrow you for a moment?"

Out the corner of her eye, Riza noted how Roy's brow furrowed in confusion slightly at the request.

"There's something I wish to discuss with you in private, if that's all right?"

"Anything you have to say can be said in front of my husband, General," Riza replied evenly.

In all honesty… She didn't really want to be left alone with her grandfather. After her sudden phone call and his reaction to it, Riza thought he knew who she was but couldn't be sure. The question was, did she have the energy to have that family discussion with him? Probably not. Regardless, it was true. She had no secrets to hide from Roy.

Grumman looked stumped for a second before he recovered. "Yes, of course. It's regarding us."

Roy tried to hide it but Riza could tell he was becoming even more confused.

"Yes?"

"Our paths have unfortunately never crossed in the past. There were various reasons for that, mostly tied with your parents."

Roy's head cocked to the side ever so subtly as he tried to put two and two together.

"I apologise for not coming forward to you sooner. I have my own reasons for that too, but wanted to apologise for not contacting you when I should have." He looked and sounded sincere enough as he spoke.

"And when would that have been?" Riza was curious as to when he felt he "should" have reached out to her.

"News of your father's passing reached me months afterwards. I thought that would've left you with no one, but I had no way of finding out where you were. Then Mustang breezed in and wouldn't shut up about his wife and kid," Grumman chuckled, gesturing towards Roy, who'd gone incredibly still. "And I overheard Lieutenant Catalina on the phone to you and say your name. I caught Mustang showing off a picture of his wife one time and finally recognised you." He took a deep breath, meeting her gaze. "You look exactly like your mother."

A lump suddenly formed inside Riza's throat.

"So, I've been aware of you and your tie to Mustang for some time. And I'm sorry for not reaching out sooner."

"Thank you, sir." Her reply was even and polite. She held no grudge against this man, but she couldn't trust him so easily. If he wanted to be a part of her life then he'd have to earn a place in it.

"I hear you have some wonderful children." He shot her a toothy grin. "Congratulations, Riza. I'm extremely happy for you."

At the mention of them, Riza's stomach tightened but slowly loosened. Her expression softened and she nodded. "They are wonderful," she agreed.

"I expect nothing in return," Grumman reassured, lifting his hands as if surrendering. "Too much time may have passed, which I completely understand. But since I had the chance, I wanted to see you and speak to you at least once – and properly this time."

"Thank you for that favour on the Promised Day," Riza replied. "I really appreciated you trying to get through to Roy."

"Of course," he nodded. "It was the least I could do for my granddaughter."

Finally, Roy clicked. His head had bowed to face the bed in silence but Riza knew his mind was moving a mile a minute, overflowing with questions. He wasn't the only one, however, Riza had already dwelled on her musings about her grandfather years ago. It brought the questions back up to the surface, but she didn't have the energy to be angry or upset at him for not contacting her. Like Grumman said, too much time had passed anyway. It was all in the past now.

"I hear Doctor Marcoh is here to see you," Grumman announced, clearing his throat. "I'll get going and let him get to work."

Riza stood and approached her bed without a word. On the table beside it was her purse, which she reached for. Two pictures of their children were extracted from within and Riza turned to face her grandfather.

"Would you like to see your great grandchildren before you leave?"

He looked incredibly surprised by her offer. Riza may not have been able to trust him so easily but he'd reached out to her. He'd made an effort at least. Yes, it was late, and he may have some motive behind this meeting, but Riza would extend him the same courtesy he'd given her. She didn't entirely trust his motives, but he'd acknowledged they were family and seemed genuine enough while discussing it. The least she could do in return was show him his great grandchildren.

Grumman nodded and Riza walked over to him. She handed the pictures over and heard him gasp. In the corner of his eyes there were tears, but they never fell.

"Mia and Maes," Riza stated, pointing to each of them.

"They look like wonderful children," he replied. His tone was respectful but held a hint of awe within it.

"They are," Riza smiled fondly, gazing down at them.

"Thank you, Mrs. Mustang." Grumman cleared his throat as he handed the pictures back to her. "I don't expect anything in return, like I said, but I appreciate you showing these to me."

Riza nodded and took them back from his outstretched hand.

"If you ever need anything," he stressed, his sharp eyes meeting hers directly, "anything at all, you can give me a call. All right?"

"Thank you, sir."

"Please, call me Grumman," he insisted.

"Thank you, Grumman," Riza nodded.

"I'll be on my way. I'll send Doctor Marcoh in. Take care of yourself, Mustang," he called over Riza's shoulder. Then, in a surprising move, he took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "You too, dear."

Once he'd left, Riza returned to the chair by Roy's bedside.

"He's your grandfather?"

She wondered what Roy's reaction would be. It seemed he had no clue about it either. His exclamation was incredulous.

"Yes," Riza confirmed.

"But… How…" Roy floundered as he tried to find the words he needed. "When did you know?"

"I didn't know for sure. When we were in Central on our little holiday after Mia was born and the staff announced there was a General Grumman on the phone waiting to speak to you, I made the connection with his name then. I'd never seen him before though. Seeing him now, he's still the spitting image of the picture I glanced at once when I was a child."

"…And he never contacted you before now?" Roy's question had an edge to it. He was mildly affronted on her behalf.

Riza shook his head. "Not to my knowledge."

"He knew your name," Roy muttered quietly to himself. "I told him. Not your last name, admittedly, but he'd heard your first name and seen your picture. He even pestered me to marry his granddaughter before he knew I was married to you." His brow furrowed deeper, his expression darkening. "And he still did nothing?"

Riza shrugged. She didn't know what to say to him. "He said he had his reasons for that. I don't know what they could possibly be, nor am I interested to find out."

Roy fell silent for a few moments. "You don't trust him, do you?"

"I don't know him, so no. I wish I could, given he's my last remaining older family member, but I can't. I don't trust his motives either. Not after his actions. Despite his genuine tone, there's something about him that I can't put my finger on."

His head bobbed a few times as he absorbed her statement. "I can't believe he never contacted you."

Riza grimaced. "My family history is… tricky. From what I remember of it, anyway. It could be to do with that, however, I never held any grudge towards him. I never really knew him and was too young. My parents cut ties when I was a baby."

There was a sudden pressure on her hand. Roy had placed his atop hers, covering it with his warmth and comfort.

"If he's holding onto that feud, or whatever it was, after all this time, then I'm not sure I want to waste my time trying with him. If not…" she trailed off, still unsure. "Anyway," Riza announced, steering the conversation away from her thoughts. "Sorry to burst your bubble about him."

Roy snorted and scoffed. "He was the one who taught and encouraged me to always work to serve my own agenda. It doesn't surprise me he was doing it for himself. I'm more concerned about you, though." His expression looked slightly anxious. "Are you okay about all of this?"

"Grumman acknowledging my existence doesn't take away anything from my life, nor does it add to it. I don't know what I will do, or what I want, regarding a relationship with my grandfather. Quite frankly I don't really want to consider it right now either. There's more important things due to happen," she smiled, "like you getting your eyesight back."

"I know, but… Well, whatever you decide, I will support you. No matter what."

Riza smiled at him. She tapped the back of his hand with her finger three times and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Roy."

"Of course," he replied simply. "You're welcome, Riza."

Their conversation ended there as someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Riza called.

Doctor Marcoh poked his head around the door and looked at them expectantly. "Are you ready to begin the procedure, Colonel?"