Angel? No, no. Not an angel. Just an alchemist. Granted, a very cute blond alchemist...

Al was still smiling as he squeezed Edmund's hand, helping him to his feet. Quite a feat, considering the young man had to use a crutch to lever himself up before he could pull Edmund up.

"You said you just got here... Where are you staying? I can take you back to your hotel. And stay around, if you need a translator."

He assumed Edmund had one. 'Dropped through universes at the moment of death' wasn't the way travelers generally arrived in Xing, after all.