A/N: So, I decided to make this easier for me. I'm dividing things up into short mini-arcs. This is the last part of the "Riza is a rescuer!" arc. And the next part will focus on Mustang for the week.

And yay, I updated thrice!

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She doesn't see Mustang in a week. Hasn't heard his voice, complaining about work and how much he wants to run away from it all. Hasn't caught a hint of his short black hair or even seen the smallest spark of his fingertips before a fire starts.

It's strange. Different. Riza hasn't been away from him for so long since she got assigned to his unit. Almost every day had been spent either following his orders or giving him them. Even when she was with Bradley, she still heard from him, in encrypted messages and secret meetings.

And now she had radio silence for a week.

Riza's days are busy, her nights dreamless, and it's only now, when she's settled on her bed and petting Black Hayate that she even realizes this. Her wet hair curls around her shoulders as she lies down and stares at the ceiling, Hayate crawling up to her shoulder to curl beside her head.

All she knows about his whereabouts were from fragments caught during meals, listening to the updates Fuery gave out. Mustang is a hero, Mustang is calming people down, Mustang is...

Riza can't remember most of it. And that surprises her.

She hasn't thought about Roy in a week. She doesn't know what to think of that.