Ivy tucks her in snuggly, and kisses her forehead lightly. She picks up the plate on her way out and quietly closes the door on her way out. She glances at Jacob as she cleans Arty’s dishes. “Have you eaten?” She asks, struggling to disable mom mode. She frowns and turns to look at him. She walks over to him and feels his face. “Are you alright? Your acting weird.”