When the searing pain disappeared in the shade as quickly as it had begun, Izzy stayed on the floor, propped up by her elbows. Though her body held no burns, her mind was still a step behind it. She stared, horrified, out at the evening sunlight beyond the crack in the door.
	She tried to say something, but only unintelligible sounds escaped her mouth. Momentarily forgetting about the child, the sound of his voice startled her, and she scrambled a couple feet away, looking at him with wide eyes.
	She stared at him a moment when he finished, unable to speak, her mind reeling. She took in the familiarity of his golden gaze.
	“C-Cerasus?” she asked uncertainly, her voice quavering.