[ Ivy is a hybrid of something young, old, soft, joyful, and deeply sad to Arthur. The inclination to protect her, to bring her something worth smiling over was never merely to do with her childlike exterior, but that certainly had something to do with it. Even with all the impossible things around them, it was never easy to digest the idea of such an entity as the Archive -- to comprehend and believe, more accurately. Still. He can only remember her kindly and actively thinks of her thus now, already wondering if she's arrived in warm enough clothing for the season. ]
Ivy... hey. Are you...where did you arrive?
[ Do you need a coat? I'll bring you one. Are you okay?
These thoughts and others pace in his head, against the background of a subtler reality -- that Ivy's image is among the handful Arthur peruses at the Hall of the Missing, at least once a week.
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Ivy... hey. Are you...where did you arrive?
[ Do you need a coat? I'll bring you one. Are you okay?
These thoughts and others pace in his head, against the background of a subtler reality -- that Ivy's image is among the handful Arthur peruses at the Hall of the Missing, at least once a week.