When silence fell between them, Izzy opened her eyes and looked to Cerasus. She wondered what was running through his head, why he had taken any sort of interest in hearing about her life. 
	In the quiet that settled, she returned her hands to her bent knees and rested her chin on her arms. She jumped and sat up straight when Cerasus’ voice shattered the silence.
	She gave an amused smile when he finished, more at the randomness of his statement, especially coming from him, of all people, than the joke itself.
	“That’s... cute,” she offered when he looked to her. Her expression faded, changing to one of curiosity, her head cocking slightly. “How long has it been since you last had a conversation--an [i]actual[/i], friendly conversation--with someone?”