A cool breeze hit her face, causing Myra to stir. She slowly fluttered her eyes open, but soon flinched at the harsh light. When her eyes adjusted, she opened them again, taking in her surroundings.
Myra slowly sat up, realizing that she was in a bed located in a small room. The room had a dresser on the opposite side of the room as well as a small table and chair in the middle. The window was opened slightly allowing a soft breeze to slowly blow the thin curtains back and forth. It didn't bother Myra, however, she found the breeze to be quite soothing.
Myra's light mood soon vanished when memories of recent events suddenly rushed to mind. Myra's hand immediately went to her left side only to not feel a sudden jolt of pain. She lifted her shirt to see the bandages covering her stomach, as well as noticing the ones on her arms and legs.
Noticing something was off, Myra's head turned left and right before she noticed her hearing aids on the night table beside her.
She reached for them and placed them in her ears. Once the settings were properly adjusted, she noticed the sounds of hammer hitting wood and happy chattering coming from the open window. She found the idle chatter and laughter to be quite calming and she smiled in content.
Looking out the window, Myra concluded that she was in Liore. By the sun's position she deemed it to be late morning. Not knowing who brought her here peaked her curiosity as she removed the blanket, trying to get off the bed, but it proved to be a difficult task due to her sore muscles.
A gasp from the doorway alerted Myra's attention as she looked up to meet the eyes of a girl with dark brown hair. Her bangs were dyed pink and she had purple eyes.
"You shouldn't strain your body!" The girl said worriedly as she rushed to Myra's side.
"Thank you, but I'll be fine." Myra gave a gentle smile as she resorted to sitting on the bed instead of standing. "You did this, didn't you?" Myra pointed to her bandages. "Thank you."
The girl shook her head, "No it's not a problem. Someone from town found you just outside Liore and I volunteered to take care of you. A bunch of the townspeople and I were worried."
"You were? But you don't even know me." Although Myra was grateful for their hospitality, she was confused as to why the townspeople were worrying about a stranger.
"Well you were injured pretty badly and that's not something we see everyday." The girl smiled.
"How long was I unconscious?" Myra asked.
"You were unconscious for about two days since we found you." She replied.
Myra tried to stand up again, but winced. The girl gently held her elbow, helping Myra to regain her balance. Myra smiled in thanks.
"If you're feeling up to it, a hot bath might help ease your sore muscles." The girl suggested.
Myra was about to accept her offer but hesitated, "I'd hate to be a bother anymore than I already have."
"No not at all!" The girl quickly stopped Myra's protests, already gently leading her towards the bathroom. "You've been badly injured and I want to do what I can to help. Please let me help."
Myra couldn't bring herself to protest any longer and accepted the girl's offer. The girl led Myra into the bathroom as she began to run hot water into the tub.
"I didn't get your name," Myra spoke up from behind the girl.
The girl gasped slightly, "This must all be weird for you: waking up in a bed in another town. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." The girl, satisfied with the water level and temperature, stood up and faced Myra, "My name is Rosé Thomas." She smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Rosé. I'm Myra—"
"Hey Rosé! It's almost lunch time we're going to need your help!" A voice called from the open window, abruptly cutting off Myra's introduction.
"I'll be right down!" Rosé called back. She sent Myra an apologetic look. "Sorry about that. Our town is being rebuilt so I help out by doing whatever I can for the workers. We can talk more when you're finished. You can put your clothes in here so I can wash them," Rosé pointed to an empty basket on the floor, "And I'll leave a towel and fresh pair of clothes for you there." She gestured to the counter. "Are you sure you'll be ok? If you need anything I'm not too far away."
"Thank you, Rosé. I'll be fine there's no need to worry." Myra said, not wanting to cause her any more trouble. Rosé smiled before turning to leave, closing the bathroom door on her way out.
Around half an hour later, Myra stepped out of the bathroom wearing black shorts and a red hoodie. Her just dried hair was left open as she noticed her black combat boots at the foot of the bed she woke up in. Myra walked over to them and placed them on her bare feet. The bath was painful at first, but soon the warm water seemed to ease her sore muscles, so they didn't seem to hurt as much now.
There was a knock at the door as Myra finished putting on her boots. "Come in," she said, standing up.
Rosé entered with a tray of tea, "Good, I'm glad they fit. I tried to find clothes similar to what you were wearing." She said as she set the tray down on the table. "How are your injuries?"
"Most of the bruises are just scratches now. And I used the bandages you left to put some new ones on my side," Myra lifted her hoodie slightly to reveal clean bandages.
"Does it still hurt?" Rosé asked as she began pouring tea, gesturing to the seat opposite her. Myra obliged, sitting down at the table
"It still hurts when I move around too much, but it'll heal in time."
"I'm glad to hear it. When you were still unconscious the doctor said that none of your injuries are too bad and that you'll be healed in no time."
Rosé set a teacup in front of Myra who hesitated before saying, "Thank you, Rosé. For everything."
Rosé, now seated across from Myra with her own cup of tea in her hands, shook her head with a smile on her face. "I told you before Myra, it's not a problem. I'm happy to help!"
Myra smiled gratefully. "I never got to finish introducing myself before," She said with a sheepish smile. "I'm Myra Elric."
Rosé's teacup was halfway to her lips when she quickly set it down, the tea almost spilling out of the cup in her haste. "Did you say Elric? Do you by any chance know Edward and Alphonse Elric?"
"Yeah, they're my little brothers." Myra answered, curious as to what Rosé was getting at.
Rosé gasped before a smile spread across her lips. "I knew you looked like Ed!"
"Wow! I heard what Ed and Al did in Liore, but I had no idea they affected people that much." Myra spoke, proud of her brothers' accomplishments in Liore. The empty teacups have long been abandoned as empty bowls of soup now sat in front of them.
Rosé nodded. "They opened our eyes to the truth and now we're learning to stand on our own; me and everyone else in Liore." Rosé spoke fondly of them.
"They were pretty worried and felt guilty after hearing about the chaos that occurred after they left. But I'm glad to know that they changed Liore for the better, and I know they'll be happy when they hear about it." Myra smiled.
A comfortable silence was shared between the two before Rosé started to gather the dishes. Myra began to help, but was immediately scolded.
"You're still injured! I don't want you hurting yourself anymore!"
"As long as I don't try to lift anything too heavy I'm not going to hurt myself." Myra assured with a smile.
Rosé sighed, complying in allowing Myra to carry a few dishes downstairs. "You know, you don't just look like Ed, you can be stubborn like him too."
Myra giggled as she followed Rosé into the kitchen, "I get that a lot."
"But you're also kind, like Al."
Myra smiled. Those were main traits that Trisha used to associate with the three siblings; calling Ed stubborn like his sister and telling Al that he was as kind as her.
"If you're feeling up to it I can introduce you to some of the townspeople." Myra was about to accept but Rosé continued, "Actually, there is one person in particular who came into town yesterday. He seemed pretty worried after hearing about you. Maybe you know him?"
Myra thought as to who the person might be, but came up blank. There was no way Ed or Al could be in Liore at this time and Oscar was off with Ava. "I'd like to meet him if that's ok."
"Yeah, no problem." Rosé said as she began to lead the way.
Myra was introduced to a few of the townspeople as most were busy contributing their part to help rebuild the town. They all seemed so kind and friendly. Myra decided to stay in Liore until her injuries are completely healed. She also decided that working alongside Rosé would be the least she could do to repay the girl for helping her.
So, Myra stood behind the counter that people usually lined up at for food. She was cleaning dishes until they sparkled. Rosé, who didn't want Myra to injure herself further, prevented her from helping with construction for now.
The golden haired female smiled proudly as the light illuminating off the stainless steel pot in front of her allowed it to sparkle.
She gathered the nearby pots and utensils that were sparkling just as much, "Well, Rosé, they're as clean as they get! Where do you want me to put them?" Myra asked.
Rosé, who was cleaning the counter behind her, turned around, smiling at Myra's work, "I can take it from here if you don't mind finishing wiping the counter."
"No problem," Myra said switching places with Rose with a smile.
Myra's back was turned when she heard footsteps approaching. She heard Rosé begin to speak, "Oh! There you are." Rosé then turned to Myra, "Myra?"
"Hmm?" She hummed a reply as she wrung the cloth she was using and was hanging it up to dry.
The footsteps then came to a stop as a voice spoke, "Do you have some work for me, Rosé?"
Myra held in a gasp. 'It can't be... there's no way...' That voice that Myra hasn't heard in 10 years seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. It was unmistakable and Myra's breath caught in her throat. Time seemed to slow down as the only thing she was aware of at that moment was her breathing, Rosé's presence and the voice of the person who had just approached.
Myra's mind was racing with thoughts, but she didn't hesitate to turn around, only to widen her eyes as she came face to face with the man she used to question if she would ever see again.
His eyes were unreadable as they were hidden behind his glasses, but Myra would always be able to easily recognize his features.
In barely a whisper, she managed to say, "D-Dad?"