Ivy huffs a laugh and smiles faintly, then she frowns at Arty’s collapsed figure. “Hold that thought.” She picks Arty up fireman style and carries her to her bedroom and carefully lays her down in her bed. She tucks Arty in and presses a gentle kiss to her brow. “Sweet dreams, my friend.” She goes back to the living room and sits down by Jacob again. “Sorry about that. Wait why would you need a croc to be a leader? Unless... are you staying?” She asks quietly. 

Winter’s in the women’s section and frowns to herself as she peruses a rack of summer outfits. Her voice rolls through the lyrics of Wolves by Selena Gomez. “I’ve been running through the jungle, I’ve been running with the wolves to get to you, to get to you.” She glances up when a figure’s shadow falls on her, pausing her singing when she sees him. She smiles. “Don’t you look dashing.”