Izzy regarded him closely. Even from their distance, she could make out every slight expression, every small movement he made. It was somewhere between fascinating and disconcerting for her. At least he truly seemed to have been protecting her. But the question remained of [i]why.[/i]
	Despite the situation, 
	“I’m Iz--” she stopped herself just before she instinctively answered his question. She took a quick, deep breath and looked to the concrete, Cerasus’ voice ringing in her mind, [i]Names are power.[/i] “I’m nobody,” she finished with a shake of her head, hoping she had said it loud enough for him to hear. She looked back to him. “Why did you save me? Not that I’m ungrateful, or anything,” she added hastily.