Ed was caught off guard by the question. There were few people that suspected that automail hurt when it went on -- and certainly Winry had always harassed him mercilessly for being such a baby when he had started and shouted whenever she reattached his limbs.
"Yeah," Ed answered honestly, but tried to make it seem as if it wasn't that big of a deal. Because it really wasn't that big of a deal. Automail gave him a way to walk again -- and a pretty great way to use his alchemy, so he could deal. It was better than being trapped in that damn chair for the rest of his life.
"It's just the nerves connecting though," Ed added hastily, trying to reassure her. "It's good if it hurts. Means everything's lining up right."
He nodded in return when she announced that she was going for and then held still as he could. His fingers curved over the edge of the bed and he couldn't help the way his spine straightened and her jerked a little when Chuck pushed it in and the continued to persist by turning the screw. He bit at the inside of his mouth, forcing himself to deal. It wasn't that bad, he reminded himself. He'd done worse. Still, he freaking hated this part.