Izzy’s gaze darkened. His father, then. 
	“They’ve never hurt you before today? What... what happened?” she asked slowly, her voice soft. She looked at him with furrowed brows, unsure whether his nonchalance was some sort method for dealing with the situation, or simply how and in stride he took everything, even something like that. “How can you say that so easily? That’s not [i]normal,[/i] you know. Him doing that.” She bit her bottom lip and looked to the gauze, concern and worry for Trevor glistening in her eyes.