Winter frowns slightly. “How did he..? Doesn’t matter.” She eventually finds the cultist responsible for Arthur’s death. 

Ivy sighs in relief, a hand over her heart. “Oh thank the gods.” Then she frowns. “That’s not right. This is your house, I can sleep on the couch,” she sits on the couch. “Especially this couch,” she sighs, laying down on it. “You have enough couches right? It’s okay if I steal this one?”