Ivy turns around from cleaning the dishes. She growls softly when she sees the fight. "It's okay, Arty, I'm here. Devon, get a heating pad, it will be in the kitchen by the oven. Be careful, I always keep it hot. Arty, squeeze my hand if you need to. This isn't going to feel good." She pours disinfectants in the wound. "Jacob and Adam better get that bastard." She checks the rest of the wounds, finishing with most of Arty being bandaged or wrapped. "Devon, once you get the heating pad, don't leave. I'm checking you too."