Winter chuckles at Kerian’s enunciation, then purses her lips, her eyes focused on his bare chest as if to ponder. “There has to be something here...” She goes into the different rooms, and shakes her head. “The only thing you could wear is some clothes of Devon’s but he would [i]not[/i] be happy if you stretched it out. I can get some, I need to get something more suited for this weather anyway. Up you get,” Winter takes Kerian’s hand and tugs on it, trying to get him to stand.  

Ivy crosses her arms, squaring up to Jacob with a mildly irritated face. “No it wouldn’t surprise me if you were better off without thinking about certain childhood memories or a certain childhood ‘lover’.” Her face is calm, but she turns to leave.