Ivy purses her lips, and looks at Lyn. "I guess he can't hear me, so what the hell. You tell Jacob and you'll [i]never[/i] get your Pocky back," Ivy jabs a finger at Arty's chest. Taking a deep breath, she looks down. "I guess I'm just a little worried that he's not going to wake up. Because well.. I...I care about him," she whispers, fidgeting with her hands, her cheeks a bright red. Tears begin to burn in her eyes.