Hearing and smelling the newcomer, Anna glanced up and swallowed. "More...or less," she whispered. She knew her eyes were still probably golden in hue. "A...Anna." She swallowed and shifted, barely containing a whimper of pain. Hearing her question, Anna looked at the notebook she had written some instructions down in and nodded. Which she regretted as it made her head start to swim.
"B...bag...t-tied to me before...I was dumped outside...it's the kids' stuff..." she mumbled. She shifted a little to show the bag. "Might...help..." she added. She tried to stay focused on Izzy's face. Once they got the items off and her hand rebroken and fixed, she was going to change and curl up to heal.