Lenalee was running from him at top speed, trying to lose Allen, and it took her a while in her hysterics before she noticed that she had done that. There she was, standing in a street of the city alone. I haven't been through here on my own, but I think I can manage it. She thought. Just so long as she didn't hurt herself on the rubble, she'd make it out of the god-forsaken city. So she walked. She walked and walked, but she hadn't realized just how big the area was and everything looked the same, save for the few pieces of rubble that were not so indiscriminate. After what she had decided to have been several hours since she started out, from the steadily rising sun in the sky, she had just made it to the edge of the woods. Lenalee saw a log at the edge and decided to sit down on it and take a break. She was exhausted both physically and emotionally.
Sitting there on the log, she thought about what she was facing. It took her this long to find her way out of the town and she still had to go through the forest. She remembered that the forest was even bigger and harder to find one's way through than the town and she had had enough trouble with that. How was she to go through it safely? And if her memory was correct, the forest was darker, scarier and more dangerous than the town as well. As she remembered this, she remembered back to what happened back at the castle. It was hard for her to imagine that just a little while ago, she was in the castle in the distance. I wonder...if I overreacted? It had seemed to her, up until that point, that he was nothing but a monster in full rage mode. However, now that she thought about it, maybe his actions were more justified than she realized. She had gone into a hidden room without telling anyone. I'm pretty sure it was his private room. To hide it, it must have been very special to him... Lenalee leaned backwards and closed her eyes as she sat. She could still hear the beautiful music Allen had played on his porcelain-like piano, even if he was no longer playing. Lenalee lived in a small town and was even sheltered in that respect, but she still knew that the soft melody was beyond anything most artists could ever do.
He seemed to be pouring so much emotion into it. Maybe I shouldn't have disturbed him, Lenalee thought guiltily. Maybe he had been right to be angry even though I think he overreacted. I should have thought before I reacted that way. She suddenly felt dirtier than trash for what she had done. Still, she didn't quite to go back. Given the choice, she'd rather continue on her journey home. Lost in her thoughts on what to do, Lenalee never heard the sounds approaching her from behind until they stepped on a twig and snapped it. "A-Allen?" Lenalee inquired, using the boy's name for the first time and turned towards the woods. She had been looking, and somewhat hoping, to see a head of white hair or maybe red, being found by Lavi would be better, but what she saw was not a welcoming sight.
A good half dozen wolves were stealthily creeping out of the woods. At least, she thought they were wolves. They were large and snaggle-toothed and seemed more like monster wolves than regular ones. The moment they seemed to notice that she saw them, the wolves gave up on stealth and launched themselves at her. Lenalee took off running with the pack right behind her. In her panic Lenalee could've sworn that she'd started begging and crying to be saved. "Aah!" Lenalee tried to hold back the cryas the closest wolf scratched at her heel, leaving large gashes. Now forming a limp and with the flowing of blood seeming to spur the creatures on, Lenalee knew she was going to die if she didn't do something.
Running to an abandoned home, she began to grab at the shards of glass littering the floor and throw them at the pack. Though the wolves hesitated for a second when she began, they quickly regained their nerve and continued their attack, forcing her back. Throwing herself through the door of one of the still standing buildings just as a wolf lunged for her, she slammed the door closed and effectively closing herself into the house. The locks and other mechanisms on the door no longer worked and, as a result, she had to lean against the door to keep it from swinging open on its own. Even as a couple of wolves began trying to crawl in through the small windows on either side of the door, she needed to stay pressed against the door to keep the wolves trying to break down the door at bay. The only thing keeping either of the wolves at the windows out was the glass still in the windows sills that threatened to tear at the wolf's flesh if it weren't careful.
I can't hold out for much longer... Lenalee pressed harder against the door, but closed her eyes. Trying her best to slow her heart rate, she got ready to meet her fate. I just hope it'll be quick. As he was doing this, a loud growl came from outside. She recognized immediately that it wasn't from a wolf. It was loud enough to cover the whole town and shake loose some of the dirt from the ceiling above her. The loud sound was followed by a yelp of pain from a wolf which was joined by more and more. Lenalee could've sworn she recognized the sound of the growl when that very voice then called out. "Lenalee? Are you here? Where are you?! Lenalee?!" Allen..! "Allen! I'm here! Help me, please!" She got a loud, angry growl in response to her words, ensuring her that he had heard. For the first time in a long time, she felt comforted. More growls and yelps were heard from the other side of the door, from both Allen and the wolves. Trying to cheer him on mentally, Lenalee hoped the boy wouldn't get hurt in her stead. The wolves still trying to get in through the windows were suddenly jerked back and they whimpered too before it all went silent.
While Lenalee was debating on whether she should open the door and see what happened or not, a strong knock on the door surprised her so much that she shrieked. "Aah!" Lenalee jumped away from the door before she knew what she was doing. "It's okay! It's just me." Allen's voice came from the other side. He then turned the knob and hurried into the room. There he was. The monster she'd run from, turned the hero she'd needed. His white hair tinged with blood, his clothes were the same with gnawed and scratched areas all over. The cheek opposite the scarred one was raw and bloody from being slammed into something. The worst was his arm. The left arm that was once again robotic looking instead of black and dripping with wolf blood. His right arm, however, had a large gash ripped down it. His blood was trailing down the arm and dripping onto the floor. "Are you okay?" The second these words were out of his mouth, she was in his arms. Lenalee felt Allen stiffen, but she just held him tighter and began crying into his chest. All the tears she was too scared to shed now rushed away with her adrenaline. Hesitantly, tentatively, experimentally, Allen hugged her and began rubbing her back in a comforting gesture.
After dragging themselves back to the castle and getting settled, they were treated by Kanda and Lavi. Though they didn't look it, the two servants appeared to be highly skilled in medicine. Kanda disinfected and wrapped Lenalee's ankle while Lavi wiped most of the blood from Allen's body with a wet cloth. All that was left was for them to change their torn and bloody clothing and to clean and wrap Allen's bloodied right arm. But as Lavi went to wrap his arm, Lenalee got up and stepped between them to stop him. "I'll do it." Lenalee said, staring straight at Lavi so he could see she was serious. "You and Kanda should get the clothes and go up to bed. I'll stay here and treat him. Please." Lavi was hesitant, but he got that she felt responsible and wanted to make amends so, nodding his assent, went upstairs with Kanda. After they'd left, Lenalee reached for the alcohol and began disinfecting his arm. Allen snarled as the alcohol touched the skin. Although she had been expecting to hear the sound, assuming that the alcohol would hurt, she couldn't help but flinch when she did. She still remembered how he'd flipped out on her when she had been found in his private room. Allen noticed this and hung his head ashamedly. "I'm...ah...I'm sorry." Allen said. Looking up hurriedly, she caught the look on his face. He looked as if he'd tasted something bad. It seemed like he was trying out the words for the first time. A silence engulfed them and, after a moment, he continued. "I'm sorry for scaring you. Now and back in the music room." Allen's head hung lower. Another silence. This time, Lenalee spoke. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have followed you without asking." It was a little awkward between them, but the silence was comfortable. Lenalee dressed his wound and Allen tried not to sound like a wounded animal (and failing miserably). It seemed so simple a scene, but Lenalee knew something had changed between them. Looking up at Allen, who looked drained of energy, she felt her chest grow warm.