“What’s--” Izzy began as she turned back around to face Riley, but he flicked her in the forehead and she instead finished with, “Hey!” She rubbed the spot his finger had hit, scowling. “What was that for?”
	She exhaled and looked to the warped tiles of the floor as he stopped speaking. “From the way things look,” she muttered after a moment, “he didn’t have much of a choice, did he? If he hadn’t, he would’ve had to somehow get his limbs back himself without losing the rest of him in the process. He needed someone to be his arms and legs,” she quoted Dramatic Theurge from that night that seemed so long ago when she had first met the trio of hunters. “Because I couldn’t watch someone die, I turned into a convenience.”