Sif cuddles Belle, smiling, happy to find that she was okay. "If I was close enough, I would have come to help, despite you saying you wouldn't need any." He says. "And I was afraid of you dying." He says, shrugging. "Emotions, I guess." Sif says as they begin to walk to the town. A tear streamed down his cheek, as if he had been upset that Belle had almost died. He wraps arm across her back, cuddling closer as they walked to the town. "I'm sure that thing wouldn't have eaten me. You'd have been there to protect me, [i]unofficial[/i] mentor." He gives a chuckle.