Fishblight Mire Shatter myself, I don't care

She spoke of going west of here, and Mustang gave a little nod, flashing a quick grin. The debate in her head went right over his, the golden boy knowing nothing of his companion’s turmoil as he turned his face to the sun and grinned like a flower opening to sunlight.

Whatever you say ma’am! Came the exuberant voice of the young man as he began to move towards the west, grin still upon his features as he did. He and Missus Malia could travel for a bit, maybe. Lord knew Mustang needed the help.