Ivy hears a loud thud and races to the door of the balcony to find a pink-faced Arty on the ground. “Oh shit,” she curses under her breath, and picks Arty up princess style with a grunt. She comes back into the living room, a determined frown on her face. “Door,” she orders to Jacob and stands in front of Arty’s room. When she hears Sage, she lets out a low growl, somehow more threatening than Bast. “Don’t you dare say that [i]ever again[/i].” A healer has never looked more murderous as Ivy does when Sage implies that Arthur deserved his fate.