Ivy nods with a smile. “Watch your fingers.” She unsheathes her dagger and cuts her hair so it only falls to where it barely touches her shoulders. The ends curl a little and Ivy parts her hair to the left. She lets out a sigh of relief and brushes the hair off of her shoulders. She smiles at him. “Much better.”

Winter smiles and wraps the jacket around her. “What if I don’t [i]want[/i] to give it back?” She smiles playfully.