Ankyra Sound one gonna help me keep, another gonna help me take

"Oh," said Sif in a small voice, repeating the word to herself under her breath. Grimnismal. A pack, and not her brother's. She moved gratefully toward the stream, hoping a nice, cool drink of water would help clear her head and calm her shaky limbs. Vomitting always made her feel this way, and she hated it more than any other bodily function.

Finally, she lifted her head, feeling a bit better phsycially, but uncomfortable once more. "Oh - I don't... I haaf him. Close by," she explained, feeling terribly guilty to have led him to believe they were both sad and lonely. But, "I will look for her," she promised, taking a good look at the man's face so that she could later identify this "Wylla". And - oh. She had seen someone who looked remarkably like this young man. "Does she... mean? Mocking?" asked Sif, horror dawning on her once more. When would this train of embarrassment stop?!