"No, thanks, really," Ed said, grinning at her to help reassure her. He did feel a little bad that she was uncomfortable or feeling guilty or something about the whole thing. He pulled his automail arm across his arm and rolled the shoulder to test how it all felt.
Already, it was normal again. There was no sense in feeling regret over that. A day with his regular arm had been nice -- but he'd had the automail for a long time now. The sensation of gears moving and the strength of the metal was what he had become accustomed to over those years.
"Yeah, it feels much better," he confirmed. "I could get the leg now, probably," Ed said. He was fairly certain he could screw it in even when the nerves connecting. He figured he could also change his arm into a wrench to make it a little easier.