The boys got into everything, so Trisha ended up keeping the little packets of medicine in Pinako's house, and heading over there for her daily dose while Ed and Al were out playing with Winry, or exploring the area around their home, or reading the books that Hohenheim had left behind.
She tore open a single paper packet, and stirred the contents into her tea, bracing herself for the bitter taste that no amount of honey could cover. Pinako watched her, with her own tea cooling. "When are you going to tell the boys?" she asked.
"Soon," Trisha said. "I don't want them to worry about me. Ed seems to think that he needs to be the man of the house, since his father isn't around." She said the same thing every day, ever since she had asked Pinako to keep the medicine packets for her.
Pinako made a sound of disapproval -- whether at Trisha, or Ed, or Hohenheim, she couldn't tell. "Winter is coming," she said, staring at her tea. "I don't want you trundling over here in the snow every day."
"I'll tell them soon. I promise."