Chapter 7 – The Sear
Winry tucked her retrieved sweater robe tighter around herself and reached for one of the steaming cups of tea she had placed between them. Brown ceramic sides were hot to the touch and she turned the cup in her hands, refusing to take its handle. The burn was good. It gave her something to focus on. Golden eyes watched her, making no move towards the other on the table. They seemed wary—suspicious—as they roamed her frame.
Looking into the face of an Elric brought a painful pang she thought she'd forgotten. She concentrated harder on her burning fingers.