Sif can't help but cry out, as Cho's fingertips graze her arm. The burn is immediate. She ignores it, and instead nods her head.

“You have my word.”

With the tower crumbling around them, she doesn’t trust Faolan’s feet, swift as they are. If he allows it, she will put him back in her bag, as they flee.

“Bakura is right. Punishments will be sorted -- thoroughly -- when we are out of this place.”

She does not address Loki. Nor Sansa. Only exits the room, eyes out for the clearest path.