“Yeah? How so?” Winter leads Kerian away from the fountain. Next up was the food court. She pauses by an ice cream booth. “Want some?” She digs in her purse for her wallet. “I have enough,” she tells herself. 

Ivy had been sitting outside of the door to Arty’s room to give her some privacy. “May I come in?” Ivy watches Devon fade with a faint shiver. “It’s official. I’ll never get used to that.”