Izzy took a deep breath, her gaze never straying from Trevor, though he looked away. Recognizing it would be pointless to press the matter further, and hoping her lecture had not made him regret telling her, she sighed. Her lips pursed to the side in contemplation at his reason for the bandage.
	“Maybe I can help with that.” She glanced around the street, making sure no one else was within hearing range, then looked back to Trevor, her voice low as she continued. “I might not be capable of saving a life, but I might still be capable of at least healing a bruise. If you’ll let me.”