Winter’s rocking herself, murmuring between her gasps for breath. Her eyes are closed and her face is scrunched up in pain. She keeps exhaling sharply and hyperventilating. She shudders, and ducks away from their looks. 

“Wait a minute. I speak heartbroken.” Ivy leans down to winter, holding her carefully. “Why on earth did you do that?! Ooh. I mean you have to admit that you can’t blame him. Wow that’s intense. Holy shit, Winter, I’m so sorry.” Ivy straightens and looks at them. “No clue what she said. Come on, Arty. Let’s go. He’ll take care of her.” She turns to Jacob. “Say [i]nothing[/i]. Keep her fluids up and let me know if she forms coherent sentences. From her condition, it might be a while.”