Jenny wouldn't have known that. She was just a girl. This...this was someone that knew him. He'd juggled the idea that maybe Sif had just forgotten him, maybe it was why he couldn't find her. He had wondered into the snow-capped mountains the night he'd met her expecting to take home a different bride. Instead it had been her.
Only she would know that. He didn't speak her name with all those eyes and ears but his eyes spoke for him.