Ivy glances up at Jacob, her arms slightly tightening around Arty in a protective manner. “And the other you?” She jokes drily. 

His bluntness earns a genuine smile from Winter. “You really like to cut right to chase don’t you?” She laughs lightly. “Yes, I’m a host of Bast.” Winter tried very hard not to observe Kerian as he lay down. Thankfully, she succeeded, if barely. [b]’I swear I know what’s going on in his head right now’ [/b] ‘Bast don’t you dare’ [b]’I’m sexy and I know’[/b], Bast sings bawdily, making Winter flush. She clears her throat, stiffening.