"Huh. Me too! Well, not quite so literally, but I've mainly lived in alleys and abandoned houses. Don't tell anyone," Ivy winks playfully at Devon. She sits down on another couch, and pats beside her, looking at Artemis. "Sit, let me take a look."
"Yelled what?" Ivy asks innocently, then looks at Artemis. "Could you at least let me try to help you? Worst case scenario, it takes away the pain but doesn't do much to increase the natural healing process. Just trust me. Please?"
Ivy carefully palpates Ivy's ankle. "Okay.. cut Achilles tendon. Got just the thing." Ivy gets up, heads for the door, then pauses. "Wait, if demigods aren't supposed to use phones, then how am I going to contact you?"
She smiles. "I brake that rule all the time." she said to her. "I mean i do do digital art a lot...Gods i need to get home..." she said as she leaned back.
Ivy grabs some herbs from the kitchen, and makes a green paste. She sets it in the fridge, then sits by Jacob. "Holy Sobek, he's out cold," she pokes his leg.