Ivy chews her lip, watching Devon. She sighs, dragging her hands down her face in exhaustion. She crosses her arms. “I wasn’t here when you said that... wait you said that?! What did he do? I-I just don’t know if he’ll take me back... in been such a jerk to him... no. I’m not crawling back to him. I have dignity, Arty. Thank you for the advice, and I’ll try to be friends with him, but no more.” She seems to be talking to herself more than to Arty, her trainer eyes watching Devon’s every movement.