“I never said I [i]hated[/i] them,” Ivy mutters, holding the girl and rubbing her back. The girl’s tears quieten, and Ivy pats her shoulders. “Hey, you’ll find your Prince Charming one day, like I did,” Ivy smiles up at Jacob. The fangirl looks between them and giggles. “I don’t know why I had a chance. You two were made for each other. Thanks though,” the girl leaves, and Ivy gets up and brushes herself off. “Where were we?”

Winter gets out of the dream and stretches. She pads into the kitchen and shifts, hungry for some fish.