They made a plan to run away. It was difficult. Eliza's father had her practically a prisoner in his home out of fear that she would do exactly as she wished. A couple of weeks later when Fenrir was as fully healed from his attack as he ever would be, he snuck over to her house. She had her window opened just as she promised. Half past one in the morning she threw her bags out of the window and climbed out. Clinging to the bricks and searching for footholds, she began her treacherous descent down to the ground floor. Fenrir stood underneath her, terrified she was going to fall and ready to catch her if she did.