Catalogue of Izzy #9

{We are all sitting at the table toward the end of supper. David has his head resting on his arm on the table thanks to our less-than-restful weekend.}
Isabel: "I know you don't feel well, daddy." {Stands up, walks over to him and starts rubbing his arm.}
David: "Thanks, Izzy."
Isabel: "You take care of me when I don't feel well and I take care of you when you don't feel well." {Starts stroking the side of his face} "I will keep you safe."
David: "That's very kind of you, Isabel."
Isabel: {Strokes Dave's nose} "Zurg's not here, Daddy. Don't worry."