Her father is buried alone but for her and Roy looking on in silence.
Fall has only just started to show itself, but Roy has his military great coat wrapped around him like a shield. The collar of Riza's jacket doesn't stop the wind from brushing across the nape of her neck like hesitant fingers.
Her father is dead and it seems obscene to think about what happens next, but she knows what she was meant for.
She lets out a deep, shuddering breath. Roy shifts closer and Riza can almost feel the desire to take her hand.