It always got a bit too hot for comfort in Rush Valley. As her assistant, you noticed Winry was coping surprisingly well with the heat. Although, she got so sweaty that you’d sooner choke on her scent than any fumes. After a particularly long day forging another arm for that alchemist, she takes a moment to unwind

“Ah…what a day…can’t wait until he breaks it again. At least I get to work with all this automail!”

She kicks off her sandals and rests her very tired, very sweaty feet. They’re practically glowing when the sun reflects off her sweaty soles. And so overworked…maybe you could do her a favour?