Sif had just taken a very large sip of a very strong cup of coffee, so it took her a second to reply. "Bad, yes, but not at all surprising," she said gently. "My queen, you cannot push yourself anymore. You do not have your people to take care of, but you have yourself. You have your sister. You have your friends."
Not people to lead, but people to care about, to think of, to know that they would be very upset at the minimum if anything happened to her.