Ivy strokes Nona’s hair. “You don’t remember anything after playing with your friend?” She frowns. “That can’t be good. Hey, Art, do you know what her visiting doctor’s name is?” Ivy swings her legs down to the floor and bounces over to Arty, energized by the nap. She quickly braids her hair back to keep it out of her eyes. 

[b]”So Sobek you still don’t have control over your communication with your host?”[/b] Bast shoots back, inspecting her claws in boredom.