“It’s okay to cry,” Ivy whispers, stroking Arty’s hair. “That way we can cry together,” her voice breaks.
Winter lazily opens a blue eye to look at him. “You mean four years? Well first you find herself. It’s going to be hard, trust me. Ever since Arthur I’ve been so focused on being the Eye of Bast, I don’t really hear her distinctive thoughts, their just mashed with mine. But if you love her, if you want her, keep in mind that she fell in love with Jacob, not the eye of Sobek. If that’s not enough motivation, maybe you don’t love her as much as you think. As far as her hating her, I doubt that. When you love someone, live for someone, you can’t hate them, but sometimes you hate yourself for loving them. She’s just pissed. And for numero three, last but not least, how to make it up to her. I can’t tell you that cause everyone’s different, but if I was her I’d be looking for a concrete reason to be okay with loving you. Usually that’s tailored to her and your relationship with her. Something significant to you two, but not something so big that makes you come off too strong and overwhelming. But not something so little it’s too easy to overlook. Something big enough she can talk to her friends about it and get a positive reaction. And yes girls do that. All. The. Time. Get that?”