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Winry was waiting at the train station with a thick coat and scarf because it was very cold outside. The train pulled into the Risembool station and slowed to a stop. The few passengers disembarked. Winry smiled as she saw Riza Hawkeye step down holding her suitcase with the only hand that she had. Winry moved forward and took the suitcase from her as Riza was struggling a little. She was still weak from blood loss.

Riza looked embarrassed. "Thanks for having me."

"Well of course. You're always welcome here. And I got us a ride back home." Winry said as she hugged her friend.

"You didn't have to do that," Riza said.

"Well you are a new client of mine, and you shall be treated as such," Winry said as she put the suitcase on the horse drawn cart. She helped Riza up into the cart and they rode home.

When they got home, Riza's dog came up to her and jumped excitedly around Riza. Riza bent down and petted her dog. She was happy to see him after these months away. A young lady met them in the living room. Winry paid the babysitter and exchanged information about the baby. Apparently he was taking his nap upstairs.

Winry showed Riza to her room, which also happened to be upstairs. Winry put the suitcase on a chair so Riza could unpack. Riza took off her coat and sat on the bed. It had a been a long journey.

"Well let's get down to business. Can I see your arm so I can see what I'm working with?" Winry asked.

"Sure." Riza said. Winry sat on the bed on her left side and rolled up the sleeve of Riza's purple sweater.

Winry inspected the stump. The surgery had been rushed so it wasn't pretty. "You still need to heal more before I can install the port. Until then, we can do rehab."

"Thank you Winry. I'm glad you could take me. The hospital didn't want to release me until they knew I was going to stay with someone that could help me," Riza informed her.

"That's understandable. It can be difficult to adjust. Plus, you can get rehab here from Granny and I," Winry informed her. Winry's head turned to toward the door. "The baby's awake. I have to nurse him. Just make yourself at home," Winry as she hurried down the hall.

Riza didn't hear anything until Winry opened the door to the baby's room. 'Must be maternal instinct,' Riza thought.

Riza unpacked her belongings with her dog by her side. About twenty minutes later, Winry was at the door. "You have a visitor," Winry said as she brought the baby in.

"Oh Winry, he's adorable," Riza looked at the baby. "How old is he now?"

"Six months," Winry replied.

"He definitely favors his father."

"Speaking of his father, how is Ed doing? Like really how is he?" Winry asked as she sat on the bed. Riza sat next to her. She knew Edward wrote to her but he probably didn't tell her everything.

"He's doing pretty well. He cheers up when he gets a letter from you. And the pictures you send cheer everyone up. It reminds us what we are fighting for."

"And what is that?" Winry asked.

"To protect the people we love. That's why we are there." Riza said.

They sat in silence contemplating. Ben made cute noises as he was trying to put his hand in his mouth, which brought them out of their silence.

Winry picked him up so Ben was facing her. She talked to him and bounced him up and down so he giggled. Riza smiled at the interaction.

Winry turned to Riza. "Wanna hold him?"

"I don't think I can," Riza said but Winry put him in Riza's lap anyways and put her one arm around the baby's waist.

"See! You can hold him. He sits up pretty well on his own. Your arm just needs to keep him from tumbling over in case he loses his balance. There's still plenty you can do." Winry reassured her.

Riza was surprised. "I guess you're right."

Over the next few weeks, Riza learned how to do tasks with one arm and was getting her strength back. She could even spoon feed the baby applesauce while Winry did other household tasks. And the ladies always enjoyed receiving letters from their men. Eventually Winry sent Edward a picture of Riza holding the baby.

A month after Riza arrived, Winry was able to do the port surgery and then a few weeks later installed her arm. Riza had a new appreciation for those that wore automail. It was grueling therapy to learn how to use it. Winry used metal that was light like she had learned from being at Briggs so Riza could use it easier.