Ed pushed himself back up to his feet, and it was still weird to feel how much his center of balance had shifted. How in the world did Winry manage with this? He brushed his hands over his pants, trying to steady himself himself. He couldn't help but notice how tight his pants had gotten in the thighs and the hips. It was ... distracting, he supposed.
"Yeah, I'm all right," Ed managed to say, figuring that it wasn't all together untrue. He wasn't injured at the very least. Just ... not in his right body. Kind of.
"You?" Ed asked, tone brusque, looking back up at the woman.
No sooner had he asked the question did he realize that the other woman was looking at his automail arm. Right. People here weren't used to that sort of thing.
"It won't bite, I promise," Ed tacked on wryly, flexing his right arm upward, left hand balanced on his bicep for a moment, as if to demonstrate that it moved just like a regular arm -- which, for the most part, it did. Except that he could also use it as a weapon with his alchemy.
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"Yeah, I'm all right," Ed managed to say, figuring that it wasn't all together untrue. He wasn't injured at the very least. Just ... not in his right body. Kind of.
"You?" Ed asked, tone brusque, looking back up at the woman.
No sooner had he asked the question did he realize that the other woman was looking at his automail arm. Right. People here weren't used to that sort of thing.
"It won't bite, I promise," Ed tacked on wryly, flexing his right arm upward, left hand balanced on his bicep for a moment, as if to demonstrate that it moved just like a regular arm -- which, for the most part, it did. Except that he could also use it as a weapon with his alchemy.