Winter raises a brow. “No? Sorry, it’s the truth. I have no weapons, and no skills. I’m okay with it.”

Ivy nods. “Of course. I promise.” Ivy hugs her. “Arty, you know your family to me. I love you too.” Then she turns to Jacob, tears in her eyes. “Please, even if I don’t make it, please promise me you’ll try to be okay.”