later when you’ve slept.” She said the words softly and took another step back - she was hesitant to leave because she wasn’t sure if he’d actually stay in the bed or…
He was such an idiot.
She waffled on leaving, she just sort of stood there for a moment feeling entirely lost and conflicted and… Torunn was fairly sure she’d never felt this many emotions at once in her life. This made processing things that happened at the zoo seem like a walk in the park. That had been awkward and maybe a bit painful in ways she wouldn’t say out loud but this was…
“Stay in bed.” She half mumbled as she turned and walked out of the room - damn near smacking head first into Bobbi as she rounded the corner, a look of actual and total shock at seeing Sif and Bobbi standing there. Granted, she shouldn’t have been surprised about Bobbi, actually she’d been a little surprised she’d beaten her there but that could have been for any number of reasons. Bobbi had probably needed to at least get checked out, Torunn hadn’t let anyone even look at her few entirely minor cuts that were basically the sort of thing she swore on a daily basis back home.
Either way, Torunn she just of stood there in the hallway, froze in shock right in the spot - arms folded over her chest as she all but went full deer in the headlights;
There was a small blessing for the younger Asgardian in that Francis, at least, was simply too exhausted to protest. It could have been argued that it was a blessing for him too, that it saved him the awkwardness of saying the words don’t go that he was almost sure he’d actually said anyway. It was hard to tell where the signals of his thoughts and the words he actually spoke came together anymore. He knew he didn’t want to sleep, he knew he kept cycling around to that thought. Really that and that he wanted to get out of this bed and follow Torunn was about the only thing he could really grasp just then…
And if he’d known what she was about to literally walk into? Well, some part of him might have been thankful he was stuck in that bed.
“T’was quite the talking to you gave him.” Sif didn’t even miss a beat. It wasn’t mockery either, but more a sort of...fondness. “Lady Morse was just informing me that young Francis can be quite stubborn.” She hadn’t been, but Sif had overheard enough of their exchange to put together that Francis very well might have tried to get out of that bed if Torunn had not been there to prevent it. “It seems that he is no match for your stern resolve however, much to his benefit.” She honestly thought about throwing in the word jackass that Bobbi had so used, but...something about Torunn’s expression that simply made her think better of it.
Sif...it was obvious there was care there, an empathy that came from understanding the bond that two war-forged allies might share and the strains that came with it. Once, and perhaps still if she’d not been so diligent in burying it, she’d carried such a feeling for Thor. Even his petulant, errant, fool, of a Brother once held the honor, and no small part of Sif had seen that bond strained when the two had been loosed from Asgard at expense of the homeland of which she had always been proud. Still, when news of Loki’s death, however forged it might have been, had reached Sif’s ears, she’d found no small part of her heart pulled toward her boots.
She was glad that Torunn had been spared that feeling, though it seemed clear to her that still the blonde had found her shoulders weighed upon by the state of the man in the bed.
“I trust you have properly instructed the young Barton that he is to remain until healed and are satisfied he shall listen.” That wasn’t a question and failed to be such with specific intent. And it was with that that Sif would turn a look over at Bobbi. “His Mother tells me you may well have spared him a lashing from her own tongue even, let us hope he appreciates this luxury you have afforded him as well as your wise counsel.” She turned a smile back down to Torunn and simply waited to see how all this played out.