Ivy nods. “Good. And I can’t help it, Arty. I’m supposed to protect the ones I love, heal them. How can I say I was successful when they keep leaving me? Cora, Charlie, Leila, Toby, and now Arthur...” her voice drops into a low whisper. “I used to love him.” She takes a shaky breath, and manages a smile. “I’m glad, I love that little munchkin.”