Winter straightens, wiping the sweat on her brow with her sleeve. "Arthur," she greets in surprise, then answers, "My uncle's convinced there's another relic from the gods here. This was where," her voice lowers into a whisper "I received the amulet of Bast." She offers him a pick with a small smile. "Want to help? Release your angers from the world?"

Ivy shrugs. "I like to come prepared. Especially when I fight with my mom," she jokes.