Ringer was well aware that the fox had saved her life. Even as he metaphorically threw her under the bus, suggesting that the other fae and its pet stalk and torture her. It wasn't very reassuring in the realm of heroics, but vinquit qui patitur as her old mentor had once told her. She could worry about the rest of it later, when she wasn't running on pure adrenaline. After all the pain of the evening came rushing back to her and she had time to deal with it all.

She finished with the explosives while the sounds of sirens grew closer, not yet arrived. The fox's words to her specifically only served to confuse her. The girl couldn't remember making any promises as of late, other than to make an appearance at a girl's party this weekend and to check out that one coffee shop. It wouldn't occur to her until later that one of those promises might be related to the fox.

For now, she slid the broken straps into the bag as best she could and cinched up the top, carrying it under her arm as naturally looking as possible. Without hesitation, she gave the fox a quick nod and then bolted in the opposite direction of the woman, trudging through the snow and then running once free of it. She only hoped her blood would wash away with the melted snow.