"I'm so sorry, Jacob. I'll be back as soon as I can." She pauses. "Wait that was two lies and a truth, you dumb-dumb," Ivy teases, jumping to her feet and grabbing her stuff from the kitchen. "Leila! Arena!" she calls over her shoulder, dashing down the stairs. She manages to heave all of her stuff to Arty. "It's okay, Arty. I'm here. Try to breathe normally, try to relax." She undoes the tourniquet and cleans the gash with salt water. She presses a piece of gauze on the cut. When the bleeding stops, she wraps a bandage around her arm. "Is that too tight?"