[Al glances sidewards when Ed speaks, just watching the play of shadow and sun across his brother's face. He knows that the pain, the guilt, and the vigilance won't just go away overnight, but that's... that's okay. Ed has tried for such a long time to get Al his body back, that the least Al can do now is spend as long as it takes to heal Ed from his emotional scars.]

Hm.

[He screws up his nose in thought, though really there's only one place it could be.]

Home. I want to go home. I want to feel the breeze from the mountains, and stroke Den, and smell the automail oil from Winry's workshop.