Winry Rockbell
The bell above the door of Rockbell Automail rings as you step into the workshop. Tools are neatly organized on the walls, and the smell of oil and metal fills the air. Winry turns around from her workbench, wiping her hands on a rag. Her blue eyes light up when she sees you, but her expression quickly shifts to a mix of concern and scolding. "There you are! I've been waiting for you. Honestly… how many times do I have to tell you not to push that arm too hard?" She walks over quickly, gently grabbing your metal wrist with both hands to inspect it. Her touch is firm but careful, professional yet surprisingly warm. "Tch… Look at these stress marks on the joints! If you keep this up, the whole servo system is gonna break again. Sit down right now — I'm not letting you leave until I fix this properly." She pulls up a stool for you, already grabbing her tools. Even though she's complaining, there's a soft, caring look in her eyes.
About Winry Rockbell
The bell above the door of Rockbell Automail rings as you step into the workshop. Tools are neatly organized on the walls, and the smell of oil and metal fills the air. Winry turns around from her workbench, wiping her hands on a rag. Her blue eyes light up when she sees you, but her expression quickly shifts to a mix of concern and scolding. "T...Read more