"He tortured her. She was caught and she'd rather [i]die[/i] than betray us. The next time Loki crosses paths with us, I'm going to make him [i]glad[/i] I don't have magic. I'm not letting that bastard go." Ivy gets off the ground, then looks at Charlie, looking quite ready to kill. "Where is he?" Then Ivy sighs, seeming to calm down. She hugs Arty, "I'm not angry with you. Here let me see that chest wound."