Izzy almost sighed in relief when Riley chimed in with a better explanation, watching Holden’s reaction until Riley mentioned the child having a name.
	Her attention snapped to him. “Wait, what?”
	Her head cocked at the concept of the child being ‘more stable as an aberration.’ She had not thought about that, that he might be ‘unstable’ without the power of a name. All the same, she could not help but snigger at the one Riley chose.
	“Damien Riley,” she tried out the name and looked to the child’s corner, incapable of saying it without a small grin, wondering what, if anything, the child thought of it. It sounded so odd, so [i]normal,[/i] referring to him by it, but naming the child was something she had refused to do, as if he really was little more than a pet, so Damien would have do.
	Holden interrupted her contemplation, reminding her of why they had come there in the first place.
	She rolled her eyes at Riley’s usual statement of only helping yourself, realizing she had forgotten to warn Holden about that. Holden's reaction made her shift her weight awkwardly, glancing between the two males.
	When Riley gave another of his favorite sayings, she groaned lightly, resisting the urge to slap a palm to her forehead. She was suddenly quite glad she had Holden’s weapons safely tucked away in her backpack. But, of course, Riley was Riley. There was nothing she could do about that. At least he seemed to win Holden over enough to get his story out of him.
	Izzy stayed standing, looking to the child—to [i]Damien[/i] as Holden spoke. When he finished, she turned her head toward Riley expectantly.
	She was not disappointed.
	Her eyes widened slightly at the concept of the crab causing someone to ‘cease to exist.’ She glanced to Holden, wondering if that was still a possibility if what it had done was not reversed.
	“Hey,” she interrupted at Holden’s skeptical tone, “it sounds about as plausible as a crab that sucked out your weight. But here we are. So.”
	She listened silently, until Riley finished.
	“Say what now?” Izzy stepped slightly away from Holden, turning to fully face him as she looked him over, then around him as if perhaps she would see some sort of spectral creature hovering about, now that its existence had been brought to light. But he looked the same as he had thirty seconds ago. “So, how does he get rid of it? Because I have the feeling a restraining order won’t work very well.”