[ she watches him, picking out that there is something specific he's apparently come here for that isn't his injuries, and riza can't help but be curious. but when he looks down to his wrist, riza nods towards one of the chairs. ] If you had something else you wanted to ask, I could bandage you while we talked.

[ and she goes ahead with that plan, setting down the box and starting to rifle through it when he says roy's name and riza simply freezes.

friends? riza turns back to him, her expression a bit harder than it was moments ago. guarded is probably a better word, but she's been so on edge lately that her baseline reactions have a sharper edge to them now. ] We- [ because calling them friends feels...incorrect, for some reason. ] We are from the same world, yes. But He hasn't come back from below.

[ there's a pause, where riza feels her body react defensively, tensing. ] I haven't talked to anyone else, no. Why? Do you know something?