At Kerian’s remark, Ivy turns to Winter and squeals. She hugs the older woman tightly, then fusses over her. “Have you had anything to eat? I’m not eating by myself. How’ve you been? I can’t believe how famous you are!” 

Winter smirks faintly at Kerian’s reference to their fight. “Prove it.” Her grin erases when he asks her if she’s okay. “I’m fine, thank you.” She turns to Ivy and laughs lightly. “I haven’t eaten, but I’m fine. Four years, and well, some have said its long overdue,” she shrugs, referring to her fame. “I’m just glad to see I’m making a difference in this sorry excuse for a place to live.”

Ivy’s eyes widen. “I know right!”

Winter wipes her brow with her shoulder.