Ivy looks into the wound. "I swear he's going to get it." She sighs. "Is the pain of the infection subsiding? It seems to be fighting my mix and losing. I'll check up on it every couple of hours. Just letting you know you won't freak out if you wake up to see me tearing your leg open," she warns, wrapping the wound. She looks out a window to the beach. "Weren't there three...? Shit. Arty, anything else?"