Izzy raised her chin slightly at Trevor’s reaction to her question, his hesitation to answer only wetting her concern. She eyed him for a moment at his request.
	She nodded slowly. “Yeah, sure.”
	She walked alongside him as they went. She cast him and his bandage frequent glances, but listened and offered conversation nonetheless, waiting impatiently for him to decide when he wanted to divulge the cause of what laid behind the gauze. She mentioned the events of her morning, leaving out the jumbled mess of feelings revolving around him.
	She looked sideways at him at the tone in his voice when he asked about her brothers. “Two [i]menaces,[/i] rather.” She rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “But, yep. I, uh,” she rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand, “used them to explain the martial arts books. At the bookstore.” She cleared her throat. “Why do you ask?”