blessing or for it to just get to the point where Bobbi felt like she needed to step the fuck in. Frankly, it was starting to get to that point but she also had just the slightest feelings that if Torunn continued to openly spurn Sif’s attempts to even talk to her, because the girl had been less than subtle about that publicly, that that situation might just resolve itself. Plus, Bobbi didn’t have actual confirmation, just… Francis’ assumptions and so that complicated things even more.
Sif didn’t even hesitate to reach a hand out and clap it down gently across Bobbi’s nearest shoulder.
“Regardless of how warranted you might feel it is, it is difficult to see one for which we care in such a state.” Sif had been there before, though she had absolutely no plans to revisit that at all. Instead she simply gave a nod toward the door, where it seemed the volume had subsided into a conversational tone she could not overhear without trying. “I suspect it is from such a place that Torunn’s words are born, the same as it would be yours or mine, should I have been in either of your places. Were it Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, or even Baldur…” Sif’s voice trailed as she genuinely debated adding Thor’s name to the list but passed it over for now. “...I cannot say that I would not be making my way into that room so quickly the ground would smolder in my wake.” She sighed softly shaking her head.
“And then it would be mine own resolve that crumbled under the relief to know they were alive, for there are far worse ways to end a battle than wounded.” She knew that too. Despite the legend, despite the way she’d heard the child of Thor profess the risk of death as if she did not have one herself, she knew such things were untrue. She’d seen many Asgardians perish before the time of aging, she knew that their more hardy forms did not grant them an immunity to death at the hands of a seasoned foe. Her own shoulder stood as testament to that fact, a reminder Sif had not had in some time yet and one she would equally not soon be forgetting.
Sif chuckled openly at the telling of Bobbi’s child and his personality.
“From the tales I hear of the battle, even his jackassery might have been an asset.” Which was a true enough statement if even half of what she’d heard was true. “His bravery surely stems from the stock from which he is born however, so make sure you give yourself the proper due.” Never shy of a compliment, nor one given to an ally she respected, Sif simply set herself back into a lean against the wall then, engaging the conversation from a more relaxed vantage now that she did not suspect she might have to charge in there and stop the Asgardian from doing anything brash and forgetting her frail her ally was. Perhaps it was unnecessary of her to worry so, but a lifetime of seeing the wounded be further assaulted by friends meaning to celebrate their arrival had her suspect for how all this might go….particularly since it did not sound like any kind of celebrating was going on in that room just now.
“Your Francis would make a fine Asgardian.” Because there really wasn’t much higher praise Sif knew how to give. “As would his Father, if I am to buy Thor’s penchant for embellishment and serve it as truth, and certainly yourself.” A slight pause as she turned her gaze through the medical center, looking for any signs of the elder Barton yet finding none. “Perhaps next time we all might align ourselves together and prevent so much discomfort and misfortune however?” Which...it might have been the closest thing to humor Sif could think to add to the conversation at hand...but she suspected Bobbi Morse might appreciate it more than most.
Torunn couldn’t do it, she couldn’t stand there and stare this in the face and it made her feel weak and worthless and so much like a child. She should have been okay with this, not okay in a way that was pleasant but okay in way in which she would get past it, straight shoulders, with the neutrality expected of her because it just was what it was. There was just, she couldn’t stay there and it made her feel like she was even more worthless than she’d been as a child. And she’d been a very stupid child, in her ultimately frank opinion. “I will come back