Ivy hums softly, as if she could hear him. Suddenly, she jumps, startling awake, the movement landing her right next to him. She blushes, and tentatively touches his face. Her fingers carefully dance over his features. “Jacob? Is that you? Is that really you?” 

Winter take the parchment and tucks it in her jacket pocket. She freezes when he looks into her eyes. “You know, don’t you? What next week is?” she asks quietly. Pain flickers across her features and she looks away, thankful for the distraction of.. Her mouth drops a little when she sees who it is, and she makes a small noise as all of the air in her lungs evaporates. She opens her mouth to say something, then rethinks it and closes her mouth. She fishes into her purse and withdraws a sheathed short blade, the dagger he’d gifted her four years prior. “I believe this is yours.”