"Let me see," Cho says, walking up to Sif and holding her hands out. They're cold now, almost the same temperature as the ice around them, but that will be good for the swelling. She tips Sif's head back and then to the side, looking at her. "It's broken. I can fix it. Hold still."

She pushes down on Sif's shoulders until the taller woman is closer to Cho's level. "I'm going to count to three. One. Two." And then she presses on both sides, realigning what's been broken, with a sickening crunching sound. "Three." she finishes, once the job is done.

Then she pulls a roll of bandage out of her bag and cuts off two small pieces, rolling them up. "Here. Put these up your nose."