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[Back dated to the 11th.

Four. Four birthdays in Luceti. Honestly none of them have ever been very exciting, but maybe it's better that way. Calling attention to age, especially now that she's 20, is a little of a scary thought. Instead she'll act like it's a normal day for most of it. Taking her dog for a walk in the late morning, spending time in the smithy, and even grocery shopping a bit. Eventually sometime in the afternoon, before dinner, she'll ask the village a question:]

A question for everyone: How do you feel about growing older here? Whether you already have or not. Is it scary to think about?
[Families? Relationships? Are they even a good idea? Despite the fact those are things she wants.]

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Mostly. The big thing is that after showers and stuff you have to dry it thoroughly so it doesn't rust.

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[A rusty leg.

She shivers just a little bit. A fake metal living rusty leg. Maybe she should stop asking questions...]

A lot of people in your world must need those. [For someone Winry's age to be so good at making them, right?]

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[Winry nods.]

Many people were injured in wars, or even accidents, so the automail business boomed and a lot of money was spent into furthering its technology progression.

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[Injured in wars and accidents. The wars are concerning, but a distant one - other worlds' wars aren't really her business.

That other bit, though.]

You can replace anything with those?

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We've only found out how to replace limbs so far.

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Mmh. [She shakes her head and says very quietly:] Gaius lost an eye.

[And thus automail would be of no help, tortuously painful associations aside.]

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[Winry tilts her head in curiosity.]

Huh? I didn't catch that.

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Gaius. The blacksmith at home. He lost an eye in an accident.

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Oh, I'm sorry... There are probably other worlds that know how to do that, though.

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Not mine. [And that is the one that matters. Raven shrugs.] It's okay. It never stopped him. [She just thinks, at times, of things she might do to repay him.]