Winter wraps her arms around Arthur's waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Of course not."

Ivy pulls a bag out from under her seat and sits him down. She splints and rubs his arm with a homemade salve, then puts it in a soft cast after carefully palpating it. "Now just don't move your arm and you should be fine. Now I don't have the authority to give you a hard cast, so this is the best I can do," she says, carefully putting it in a sling.