Izzy nodded in agreement. “I’ll have to bring it up the next time I see him.”
	She watched Trevor remove the gauze, her face twisting in empathy at the bruise beneath the bandage. The sight of it only kindled her anger, the emotion flashing over her green eyes. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and unwrapped the decorative scarf from around her neck. 
	“Remind me to add this to my list of ‘Moderately Strange Things I’ve Done,’” she said, her voice stiff despite her attempt at humor. Noticing his mild anticipation, she looked at him reassuringly. “It’s not like I’m going to just hawk a loogy at you.”
	She gathered as much saliva as she could in her mouth, then spat it out on the end of her scarf until it soaked the fabric to her satisfaction. 
	“This work for you?” she asked, reaching up to dab the wet part of the fabric gently against his bruised cheek.