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Izzy was eternally grateful as both Claudette and the ginger from the bar incident (she never did catch her name) came to help her out. As Claudette pulled her away and the other girl enflamed her hands, relief flooded Izzy. She could feel the hot pressure of tears behind her eyes. They really didn't have to do this, but she let her fellow coven member drag her away from the chaos in an orb of darkness. For once in her life, Izzy wasn't afraid of the pitch black. 

[Quote=Quinn][color=#FFD700]"Can anyone help me with this? Also with that."[/color][/quote]

Quinn's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Izzy bit her lip at the blood the two girls were covered in. Antheia on the other hand got straight to work on the girl Izzy had never met before. She looked pretty rough, so Antheia calmly approached and gently placed her hands on the wounded arm. She massaged the area for a bit before placing both hands on the girl's upper arms and rubbing them up and down in a motherly way. "You did good out there darling." Izzy could tell she was helping with the fatigue as well as the wounds.

[Quote=Taylor]"I'll burn it shut if you want, sugar. It'll just suck."[/quote]

Izzy's eyes widened. [color=C28285]"No! No, it's okay. I got this.[/color] She grabbed the girl's shoulder to stop her from inflicting anymore pain. Izzy then took a deep breath and walked towards Quinn, giving her a weak smile. [color=C28285]"You gotta stop getting hurt,"[/color] She made a feeble attempt at a joke before wrapping her arms around the summoner in a hug. 

The red head stayed there for awhile, rubbing her back and feeling the wound begin to mend and close. When she pulled back, the wound had fully healed. Both Herik and Maya had entered the bubble of darkness, but had just as quickly left. 

Nervously, Izzy wrung her hands together as she could see nothing outside the barrier. She so desperately wanted to know how everyone was and if they were okay. But all she could do was pace around the bubble. Without the comfort of alcohol to dampen her system, Izzy could feel her heart rate and breathing quickening. She could feel her body pulse to her heartbeat.

This fear was different from last night. It wasn't the fear of her own life. It was for the others. She paused her pacing for a moment, mulling that thought over. When did she get so attached to these mean, violent girls who called her names and fought with each other day in and day out? 

Antheia glided over to her host, resting her ghostly pink hands on her host. "Love isn't just romantic or sexual you know? There's also familial and platonic love as well." Izzy could feel the voice of Antheia in her head. She just nodded, numbly trying to process everything.