"And if it's not his doing, then whoever got the drop on him probably doesn't care about playing fair, either." She hates not having all the information, hates going in blind. "Either way, I suppose it's a good thing I don't play by the rules," Cho murmurs, almost to herself, mapping out the maze in her own way. Raw magic crackles on her fingertips, held at the ready. Facing foes head on is the honourable thing to do... sneaking up from behind the more sensible.

She watches Faolan, tries to move to keep him between herself and Sif. Cho accepts the promise, and trusts Faolan to keep it. He must be able to trust her to keep her promise in return, to trust that she will keep him safe.

She also agrees with his nose, when they reach the next branching off.