“Would you keep them to yourself even if I did?” Izzy asked not unkindly. She looked to the floor at her feet. “I’m glad he realized what Cerasus was doing. If he hadn’t...” She shook her head, then gave a nod in thanks. At least she [i]knew[/i] he would be lurking around, even if she would not always see him. Her gaze followed Riley’s cigarette when he used it to point, surprised when she realized she had not noticed him in the same room.
	Though her night vision was scarcely a ghost of what it had been, it was still enough for her to make out what Cerasus had been reduced to. Her eyes met his for a brief moment before she had to look away.
	“Is... is he stuck like that?” she asked, sparing Riley only a quick glance as she leaned her weight on the staff and ran a hand through her hair. It felt odd not having it up. “Or will he age? Will [i]I[/i] still age, for that matter, or am I stuck as a teenager for the rest of ever? However long ‘ever’ ends up being. How often will he...” her hand moved through her hair, and her fingertips gently brushed the marks on her neck, “will he need to feed?”