Chapter 5 – Cold
Winry held the door, unwilling or unable to let go. A reflex smile, meant for strangers, lifted her mouth. "You must be tired," she made no move to beckon him inside. "How long have you been in Resembool?"
He spoke as he always had. Guile had never been in any of his alchemy texts. "About two hours," he made an attempt. "I came from the train station."
Her lip quirked. If she heard the purposefulness of his mention, she gave no further notice. "Well come in," she stepped back. "You're overdue for a service by now," her smile turned tight.