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What she lacked in strength, Sif made up for in hunger. Her wounds, the obvious ones, had been healed by the goddess Thea (so proud), but she felt as if she had been swimming in an ocean of unquenched thirsts... for months...
Between Midgardian methods (both new and old), and by the touch of Thea, she had been slowly revived to a point she could attempt to consume proper food. That was when she removed the 'IV' they'd stuck her with. She could handle herself from there out, she'd decided. After dining in relative quiet in the chambers she'd been provided, Sif had laid back a bit and was nearly about to drift off again after a long span of wandering thoughts took her mind to places she hadn't considered possible (though were her current reality).
Then there was a knock, a familiar one, large knuckles. "Yes, Thor?" And probably others. She'd been told by the one called Braddock that the council was chomping at the bit to speak with her once she'd gained some strength back.