"I hope you brushed your teeth," Trevor said, obviously trying to break the awkward tension.

As Izzy dabbed the wet scarf against his cheek, she saw the bruise gradually recede. It faded from the edges outward, not as though it were healing naturally, but as if it were being erased entirely. Just the same as when she had healed Trevor after nearly being killed by a vampire hunter.

"Well, my cheek feels better. I think. I mostly feel sticky. How do I look?"