She sat by his bedside, peeling an apple for him. She helped him to the shower, supporting his tired, bruised frame with a strong hand under his shoulder. She went to the market with him, asking if he'd like her to come over and make him something a little special for dinner.

And all of this – with her hair down.

Roy had never seen Riza like this. True, he didn't see her often outside of the military, but the change amazed him during the few weeks she spent helping him.

With her long blond hair down, Riza Hawkeye was free.