Not wanting to hold his gaze any longer for fear of betraying herself, Izzy looked to the floor between them, her jaw clenched. Her usual ponytail hung loosely at the nape of her neck, and more hair than normal fell around her face. The fleeting thought that she probably looked like she had fallen off a cliff crossed her mind for a short moment. However, when Cerasus took his sweet time answering, she could not help but look back to him. Something about seeing even a hint of embarrassment on him, something that wiped away his pride, gave Izzy a small brush of satisfaction, a corner of her lips twitching upward.
	But the feeling did not last long.
	“Dealt with?”  Disgust twisted her face, sure she knew what he meant by those two simple words. But still, she asked. “And by that, you mean...?”