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

When she'd finished vomitting, Sif sat back, willing down the unpleasant miasma that was rising up inside her. The dark girl's head was spinning, and the male that had been standing before her suddenly seemed much further away, his image wavering and his voice echoing strangely.

"Baaad fish," she bleated, splaying her legs to try and keep the ground more firmly underneath her. It didn't seem to want to cooperate, so Sif dug her nails into the snow, unwilling to surrender to her tunneling vision. And, a few seconds and deep breaths later, she felt a little more like herself - albeit rather ashamed. "Sorry feet," she said in a small voice, not quite able to meet the man's eye. "Don't tell Grim," she pleaded, not wanting her brother to know how silly she'd just made herself look - it was bad enough that this stranger had seen.