“Yeah, I suppose it does.” Izzy tried to return his grin, but the expression faltered at the odd, canine appearance his own expression gave him.
	At his request, she hesitated, glancing the way she had been headed almost longingly as he worked to talk her into accompanying him back to the school.  She could not help but smile a true, small smile as he finished. She turned her emerald eyes back to him, debating. 
	“Sure,” she said slowly, a hint of suspicion in her voice. Though she hated the idea of going back indoors, it was not like she had anywhere to be. Not really. Adjusting her pack, she started back toward the school, careful to keep at least a good foot between the two of them. “But only if it will spare you your pride.”