Izzy startled when she noticed Cerasus out of the corner of her eye as she passed the hall in which he hung. She jumped and spun toward him, her arms raising defensively before she realized it was only him hanging from the ceiling. She cocked her head at him as if trying to see him more right-side-up, thinking how strangely fitting the position was. It's appropriateness only grew when he grinned, showing his fangs.
	Her shoes would have to wait.
	“Yippee,” Izzy said stiffly, watching him return to the floor.
	With Trevor still on her mind, she eyed Cerasus questioningly when he asked about “that boy,” but before she could ask, “What boy?” the answer came from the main level. Her face twisted in a snort at Riley’s voice, but, nevertheless, she followed Cerasus downstairs, lagging behind a few steps.
	Izzy kept a fair distance between her and Riley as he handed over the arm she had won, not wanting to be near him. When Cerasus took the arm and left, Izzy wandered toward the door and looked out at the night beyond, shuddering at the sound of Cerasus downing his arm. Trying to tune it out and keeping her back to Riley, she naturally reached toward her pocket for her phone to text Trevor, to make sure he had made it back okay--or, at least, was doing alright, since she had no idea what, if any, side effects her method of healing him might have--but remembered that Trevor still had it. She sighed, then contented herself with just placing her hand into her pocket.
	[i]All of that,[/i] she thought bitterly, [i]because I left my stupid phone here.[/i] She closed her eyes and took a breath. [i]But it’s over and done with,[/i] she reminded herself. [i]He’s alive. That’s what matters.[/i]
	When Cerasus’ returning footsteps replaced his munchings thankfully quicker than the last time, she turned from the door to see how he had changed. If she had not spent the last while with him, had not known what lay just behind his comely appearance, she would have said he looked rather suave. For a fleeting moment, she imagined him attending her high school, and could not help but smirk. Yet, that he was now taller than her made her feel a bit uneasy. Already, she had grown used to him being shorter, looking younger.
	"Great." She crossed her arms loosely with her hands on her elbows, still looking Cerasus over. “Where are you getting the outfits?”