Weariness
Winry shuffled wearily through the door into the room she shared with Ed and Al, dropping her bag by the door as she closed it. "I am so tired," she said quietly, and looked over at Ed to smile weakly. "Your new automail is almost done, though. Just a few finishing touches, and then polishing."
She moved toward the bed and dropped down onto it to lay on her stomach, not even bothering to take her shoes off, and turned her head to the side to look at Ed again. "How was your day?"
She moved toward the bed and dropped down onto it to lay on her stomach, not even bothering to take her shoes off, and turned her head to the side to look at Ed again. "How was your day?"