Bryn nodded briefly. Of course that was his choice. It was why she offered the choice. With a heady sniff she turned her back to both men, forcing composure. Her hand came up to swipe at her eyes. She cleared her throat and turned to face them both.
"I will wake her when all hope is lost." She glanced to Loki. "No pressure now. I have all the faith in the world in you." But he didn't view death the way she did. "I won't wake her now because I don't want the Commander drawing her weapon and causing a distraction." Or she didn't want Loki to be shot, or stabbed, for doing a good deed.