Loki flinches forward, for a moment a hint of anguish crossing his features. And he schools himself back to cold, to anger, to the visage of the dark sorcerer.

He can feel the cold radiating from her, and he steps around Faolan, crouches, and takes Cho into his arms. His skin dissolves in the process, turning dark blue, his eyes burning red. With the strength of the Jotunn, perhaps he can take her back to the town.

"Faolan," he says, settling Cho's light weight against his chest. "Come."