Sif watches in a mix of awe and fear as Belle casts what looks to be a spell at the bear, and gasps as the bear cries out and falls over, dying. Even though the Ursa Minor had been taken out, Sif was still worried about Belle, who had appeared to have taken major damage. With hesitation in case something more powerful is waiting in the forest just to kill him as he runs over to assist his friend.

"Belle!" Sif says, sliding to his knees beside her and pushing himself onto her, grabbing her and wrapping his arms around her. He rests the top of his head under her chin as his arms cuddle her. "Are you okay? Why did you ask for any help? Jesus, Belle." Sif says, keeping his head nuzzled against her, cat ears twitching slightly as his tail droops.