They brought nothing on themselves. They're playing his stupid game on the slim chance that it's real. He's inflicting himself on them and at least two of their party are foolish or gullible enough to believe he's not a monster.

Cho takes her bag and weapons back from Sif, undoes the shielding spell around the bag and lets Faolan out, rewarding him with another piece of jerky for being so well-behaved.

They choose another path and begin walking, Sif again insisting on going first, and Cho moving to keep Faolan always between the two of them. If another ice wall is going to crop up and split their small group even further, she doesn't want the boy on his own.

For a while, nothing happens. Cho maps the maze in her mind and hugs her cloak tighter around herself. It doesn't help much; it's a bone deep chill. So she distracts herself from her worry by crafting a spell to shift a balance. Of temperature. She reinforces her personal shield, pulling the warmth from the space just beyond herself into her body. Her breath fogs the air around her, now slightly colder than the rest of the maze, but she remains comfortably warm. Balance. It's the most calming thing her Magic has given her.