𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 , winry rockbell

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When Winry first walked into Sakura Alting's room, she immediately felt herself choke up.

The girl lay asleep in her rickety bed, the only light coming from the cracked window where only decaying grass could be seen. The mechanic looked over her skin, observing its sickly shade despite the fact, she noticed, it should have been the same brown tone as Montana's. While her elder sister and father's hair were a dark brown, her knotted locks were a light chestnut.

Eventually Winry had woken the preteen up. She was caught off by the ruby irises of her hazy eyes, but shrugged it off as she introduced herself and explained why she was there.

Sakura's hesitation made Winry feel as if she should leave, but soon enough the stumps of her legs were exposed for the blonde to size. The two prosthetics would not be of equal lengths, for her left leg had been severed by in the accident in the middle of her thigh. Her right left had been amputated at the knee, due to an infection caused by the accident.

The Rockbell girl tried to keep her mumbling to a minimum, but after whispering, "I can probably get her legs done in a week, tops. That's a few all nighters but I got the practice when Ed kept breaking his arm."— Sakura began to weep.

"Jeeeeez, what'd you do to her?" Winry heard from the doorway, and whipped around to see Montana walking in with a sly smile. It quirked downwards for a moment, and she gestured to head towards the door. "Can you go to the hall for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure," she obliged, quickly packing up her tools and exiting to the corridor. She leaned against the wall outside of the dreary room, listening to the siblings mumble back and forth. No doubt Montana was comforting Sakura, and telling her it would be alright in no time at all.

She stood alone for about five minutes, before Montana joined her with the squeaky door closing behind.

"Hey, cutie," she winked in a greeting. Winry knew it was in order to cover up what had just happened and the true distress the woman felt, so she ignored it.

"I can have her automail done by next week," she began explaining. "I might use some heavier metals, so that she can get used to having weight to the lower half of her body again. Plus, she doesn't go out and fight people as far as I know so she doesn't need to able to move quickly. The process of attaching the automail to the nerves is quick, but probably one of the most painful things she'll ever experience. She'll need both you and your father there when it happens."

It was silent as Montana processed it all, nodding along to show that Winry had her full attention. "Okay, okay... Thank you. So much."

"Of course." Winry paused in the same manner that Montana had. When she asked her next question, she looked to the ground shyly. "I couldn't help but notice that Sakura has red eyes."

"That would be because of our Ishvalan mother," the brunette admitted. "Dad really loves the eyes of Ishvala. He only gets to see them daily because of 'Kura, since Mom passed away during the war."

"The Ishvalan War?"

"Yeah. That one."

"I'm sorry... I lost my parents in that war too."

"Damn. Sorry."

"Well," Winry hummed, tired of the dark atmosphere. She inhaled deeply, taking a risk that she finally felt comfortable with. The phrase left Montana frozen in shock, the words repeating in her head as Winry sauntered down the stairs and out of the house.

"If it's any consolation, Ishvalans are beautiful. I guess that's where you get it from."