Alfons's head shot up just in time to see Edward start walking--honestly, ask something like that and not wait for an answer?

"Y-yeah!" Well, he'd just have to be, wouldn't he?

He scooped up Schatzi, who settled happily in his arms (enjoying the attention, obviously), threw the strap of his bag over his shoulder, and jogged to catch up with Edward.

It was amazing how light his breathing felt, ever since he found himself here, he'd felt like the energy his illness had sapped out of him had come back.