I KNOW I'M TO BLAME SO I APOLOGIZE // O, AFTERMATH

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Roy, Roy, Roy. That poor kid had been through hell the past couple of weeks. There were levels to it; Maes, his own guilt, the rock slide, chewing of his own leg. Suiteheart was amazed the guy was still alive. He was resilient, she would give him that. Even when everything was shit and hope seemed too far off, he didn't give up. She admired him for that - she really did.

The Ecliptic Admiral found herself walking by the Cleric's room. She often headed passed there on her daily routes, just to check up on people. She made it her personal mission to try and help Rin and (begrudgingly) Rad. It was just the right thing to do, wasn't it? Anyhow, now, she found Roy. He was upset which was not hard to read. "Hey, buddy," the white cat greeted, softly. She offered him a thin smile, sitting down next to him. Her eyes did fall to his wound, and if she thought hard enough, she could almost picture his leg. Almost but not quite.

Moving baby blue eyes to find Roy's own, she asked, "How ya holding up? Are you doing any therapy?" Her voice was tender as she spoke so as not to upset him further. The Flame Alchemist was obviously not in a good mindset; she did not plan on making it worse. God, that was the last thing she wanted.