Matt isn't the only one who's suspicious of the Fallen's abrupt departure. She doesn't dare believe that they're altogether gone--either they've fallen back to further harry the retreating convoy or they'll be back to try and catch their little party off their guard.

Fortunately, Sif is not easily caught off guard.

She stoops slightly to retrieve her knife, careful not to jostle Matt too much. It's obvious to her that he's angry she refused to let him go; to fight the beasts alone and as wounded as he is would be folly, but such a thing can be hard to accept in the midst of battle. A small voice in the back of her mind wonders if he won't forgive her for withholding him, but she can't worry about that now, since it won't matter in the slightest if they don't make it back alive.

The knife is wiped clean on the snow and tucked back into her boot. Scanning the group, she nods in agreement. "It might be wise to find shelter and rest while we can. It will only grow colder, and we ought not to be exposed."