Now I've done it. Feury's going to have my head for this. Making his niece cry. I don't even understand why she cried in the first place! She didn't cry when Scar was gripping her by the throat, nor did she cry when she was thrown to the floor. No, she's crying because I said nobody died in the house. So is she trying to tell me she wanted people to be in there!?

She runs quick. I know where she's headed. She's headed towards the river. Unfortunately, I don't think I have the guts to talk to her yet. Or maybe I'm not in the mood.

Seeing her day-to-day life in those two months where we were forced to clean everything up, I can't help but say I feel jealous. Going to school every monday to friday, having friends and eating together. Having Kain be so worried about her safety like a father would.

Now that I think about it, I've never heard of her parents either…

I walk back inside the house to be greeted by none other than Winry's kiss.

Oh wait. Typo. I was greeted by Winry's wrench and it's stupid edges hitting my face.

"YOU IDIOT WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME!? I TOLD YOU TO BRING LISA HOME NOT MAKE HER CRY!" Winry screamed.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT SHE STARTED CALLING ME AN IDIOT AND RUNNING AWAY FROM ME!"

"YOU COULD HAVE CHASED AFTER HER ED! IF YOU CAN CHASE AFTER THOSE ESCAPED CONVICTS THEN FOR SURE YOU COULD HAVE CHASED A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD SCHOOLGIRL!"

Well great, even Al is getting worried. It is getting dark after all. "She's by the river." I tell Al. He nods before leaving the house, completely focused on getting Lisa to safety. He's growing up to be a better man than I am. Heh.

Granny Pinako and Winry look at me, expecting me to explain. I guess I should.

"I showed her our house. And explained to her why we became state alchemists. Leaving out the part of al's body being taken. She started yelling at me after I told her not to worry since mom was already gone and dad was never in our lives."

Granny Pinako sighed as she sat on the chair in front of me. "You are clueless, Edward." She tells me before sipping her tea and ignoring my questioning look.

To be honest, as soon as Winry was finished with my auto mail I came looking for her. The girl, from what I've gathered in our two months together in those three streets, could get lost in her own little world. She has a serious case of wanderlust in her.

I wanted to make sure nobody got to her. Nobody I didn't want to get near her. I was in charge of her after all. I knew everybody in this town so I knew that everyone Lisa met today was no danger but man did they share some pretty embarrassing stories about us.

For a sensitive crybaby she can be oblivious. I'd been following her around and she didn't even notice me until I grabbed her arm when Stephen and the others looked sad or in a pickle of what she said. I heard it clearly as it rolled out of her tongue.

So what? I didn't mind telling her. At least a little bit. She deserves to know anyway. She's traveling with us. She'll find out the rest eventually.

The way she tried her best not to say something stupid honestly made me feel at ease. When she crouched down to touch a piece of wood from the previous floorboards, she twitched. She pulled her hand away as if it was on fire. As if it was still on fire.

It's funny. It felt like she understood that to me, everything in there was still burning.

"LIsa! You poor girl, you're sneezing!" I blink away the thoughts and come face-to-face with the real Lisa. She's sick. Great. "This is my fault…" I told her. She shook her head and sneezed again.

"Al, what happened?" I look up at my younger brother, who's been by the door just staring at Lisa. Well now I'm a little freaked out. Al's never done that. I step closer to him and speak louder. He looks at me and shakes his head.

"Something wrong?" I ask him.

"Nothing, brother. I'm fine."

"She has a fever." Granny tells us. "Al, would you mind carrying her to the guest room?" Al looks at me, and I knew he didn't want to touch her. I carried Lisa out of the chair she'd been sitting on. She was hot. I mean…feverish hot not..not that kind of hot get it out of your head. Seriously.

"Al?" she murmured. Great, she thinks I'm Al. "I'm sorry but your hero is downstairs, it's Ed your nightmare." I tell her sarcastically. She doesn't seem to hear me. I lay her onto the bed and remove her shoes off. Pulling the covers over her, I started to think. What about Lisa? What happened to her when she was young? Where were her parents? Why is Feury so worried about her?

"Goodnight, Lisa." I tell her.

A weak hand grabs my auto mail hand and grasps it. "My real name is Gwyneth. Gwyneth Lisa." She tells me before passing out.

I walk downstairs and hear Al's voice. I hear him telling Winry everything. Everything I already knew the moment I realized he didn't want to touch her.

"What happened Al? She seems to like you, you didn't fight either. And the way she always asks permission to you rather than Ed shows she trusts you more. So what's wrong?"

"Winry…down by the river. When it started to get windy. She got cold but she didn't want to leave. When she tried to touch my arm all she could feel was cold steel armor. I'm.."

"I don't understand, Al…"

Can't protect her? If he didn't go down there she would still be there. If I went there, she'd cry all over again. She called for his name, didn't she? What's with this comparing of me being better at protecting?

"When we get your body back, Al." I speak up. I couldn't take it.

"Brother?"

"When we get your body back. Understand?" I honestly don't know if he understands me. He looks up and nods. "Alright!" Okay, he's cheerful again. Maybe he got it.

"Weirdoes." Winry comments before walking out.