Sif opened her mouth to speak but then realised they weren't alone. She spared a glance towards the other men there, now watching the two of them, before meeting his gaze again. These men didn't matter but it was best not to bring gods into it. She kept her voice low anyway. "You were searching for a woman once," she said to him. "And instead you found me. You came inside from the cold and watched me brush my hair in front of the fire. You loved me once."