[ how embarrassing all of this is, really. Ed sighs, thankful for Al's help, and rights himself, frowning. ]

It's just the rain, Al. I get a little creaky when it starts to storm. Moisture and pressure change. I'm fine, I promise.

[ but Al's probably right -- he should go back to Winry, it's been some time and he's likely overdue for a tune up. ]

We can't go back, Al, not yet. I'll be fine for a little while longer. It's just the storm. It'll pass. [ but that doesn't stop him from returning to the bed to sit down, wincing as he bends his knee, rubbing at it. ]