Sif's original plan was to dive out of the way, since Clark really was coming her way hard and fast, but when she noticed that he appeared to be slowing down it seemed like the better course of action to give him a softer landing than simply crashing into the dirt.

And there she is, holding a fairly large, blushing man in her arms.

It is very, very hard not to laugh.

The corners of her lips are twitching a little as she lets go of him and he finds his footing, her eyes full of the same warm glow of amusement as his.

"No apology is necessary. You handled yourself quite... gracefully."

Unable to keep it together any longer, she allows a wide grin to spread across her lips.