When Sif catches the cloak, she nods at Loki and mouths a word of thanks, a grim but sincere smile on her lips. It's promptly draped over Matt's shoulders, though it helps to trap her own body heat as well. Now that she isn't soaking wet, she finds the cold bracing but not threatening as she had on that first night in the Nexus.

To Palmer she gives an approving nod. "Agreed. We stand a better chance if we take a moment to rest. We've all fought honorably today, and there is no shame in doing what is necessary to survive," she says, directing a glance at Palmer, "or in trusting our allies to finish the fight where we cannot. Come, let us find what shelter we can."

Those remaining in their little group trudge deeper into the woods, keeping the road in sight so they won't lose their bearings. A particularly dense little copse of evergreens seems to be their best shot at cover, and Sif releases Matt to start shoveling snow with the flat of her swords. If they can shore up even a short wall it will help keep the wind at bay.