Ivy smiles back. "Your welcome, love." She grunts softly when she brushes her hair back, her fingers catching on knots. 

Winter's eyes widen a little; she knows the jacket must mean a lot to him as he never goes anywhere without it. "Thank you. You're sure?" She takes the jacket with a soft smile and puts it on. It hangs a little loosely on her, but in a rather flattering way.