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Izzy’s attention was drawn from her wine bottle across the room to the conversation at hand. Mutilated, bloodsoaked skeletons? Izzy turned her head away from the newspaper and grimaced. Despite the nature of Antheia’s abstraction, Izzy had never had to deal with gruesome injuries and whatever was on that paper was more than likely to make Izzy lose her dinner. Izzy didn’t say anything in regards to the murders, it seems that her thoughts were already spoken by Madison and Kayla. It’s not like she became part of the coven to fight the extra-normal like a good chunk of the others. Besides, she was too busy trying to suppress the nausea both from the alcohol and mentions of gore on the table.

When Kayla turned the topic away from Agatha’s original topic, Izzy was able to relax and was finally able to look back towards the group. Poor Oleander! Carefully, Izzy stood up and made her way towards the table. She had never used Antheia’s abstraction on a dog familiar, but since Oleander was very smart (probably smarter than Izzy, let’s be honest), he could probably understand and accept the healing. Leaning across the table, the redhead put her hand on either side of Oleander’s cute face and began to rub her thumbs over his cheeks. Antheia had said to do it herself if she needed it, so Izzy let the abstraction flow through her fingertips. Even through the haziness of the alcohol, Izzy could feel the soft warmth of love that always came with using the ability. It was hard to tell through Oleander’s thick fur if it was actually working, but even so, she leaned even further across the table to plan a smooch on his forehead. 

Satisfied that Oleander was most likely healed of the bruise, Izzy stood back up and made a detour to pick up her wine bottle on her way back to the bar. She would have been very sad if it got knocked over or destroyed. [color=C28285]”If you really need me, I can tag along, but it sounds like you have a lot of volunteers already, Kayla.”[/color] Izzy wasn’t much for fighting or intimidating, but as the group healer she was occasionally called on to help with any injuries that people didn’t want to go to the hospital for. Not that she really minded, it just meant that she could call on favors quite a bit. Honestly, though, she should start charging money.