Ivy looks around. “What..? No. No, please, don’t hurt each other. Has everyone forgotten what we once were? Together?” Her lips press into a thin line, and she puts a hand on Jacob’s arm. “He didn’t mean to hurt me, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She turns to Devon with a gentle smile. “He didn’t do anything wrong except protect who he loves,” she tells Jacob, but her eyes are on Devon. Ivy catches Arty when she collapses with a soft grunt. She gently lays Arty on the floor and rearranges her so she’d wake up comfortable, sitting down so her friend’s head rests in her lap. Ivy gently strokes Arty’s blue hair, which clashes with her own unbound red hair. 

Winter smiles at him, the heat coming on a bit stronger. Then she frowns as she contemplated what he told her. “Why would the hunt want to kill me?”