Winter frowns. “Emily,” she says very softly, then she sighs. “That wasn’t you, Arthur. I [i]did[/i] love you, I can promise you that much, and you sure as hell deserve more. I’ll have a talk with Ivy’s mom if I have to. I know Ivy would help, she hadn’t forgotten about you.” Determination burns in Winter’s eyes. 

Ivy fights her way down, knives unsheathed with a feral grin. She pauses when the others point weapons and fists behind her. She frowns faintly and turns around. “Easy! He’s with me.”