Izzy’s attention turned fully to Cerasus when his posture shifted. She shied away slightly when he looked to her, unsure what kind of response to expect from him. Though irritation at his first statement crossed her eyes, she dared not argue, silencing the retort at the back of her tongue. Her brows twitched ever so slightly in surprise at his use of “precious.” Then they rose, silently questioning, “What’d we come up here for, then?”
	When Cerasus finished, she inhaled, hesitating.
	“Seventeen,” she began slowly, uncertainly. “I’ll be a senior in high school.” She shifted her grip around her knees. “There’s really not much to tell. Like I said, lived here my entire life, like my parents and grandparents. Don’t know why, but they love the place. It’s a dull, small town that keeps getting smaller. And impossibly duller. My brothers like to stir up trouble, though. Those two could probably drive [i]Gandhi[/i] to an enraged insanity.” She smirked at the thought, but the expression faltered. She had avoided mentioning her family thus far for fear of them getting hurt, that they could be used against her, as Trevor had been. It felt almost wrong to talk of them now.
	“Other than that,” she continued a bit quieter, “spent a lot of time outdoors with my granddad until he died." She gave a small smile at the memory. Talk of the dead felt safe enough. “Still do, though. I’d take the open air over staying inside any time, day or night.” In emphasis, she leaned back on her hands, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of the cool night’s air, relishing the lingering crisp scent of rain. “There isn’t much better than the warmth of the sun on your face, and having a dirt trail beneath your feet, if you ask me.”