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Thor gently pushed the door open, his nerves calmed by Sif's words. "That obvious?" he asked with a smirk. The Allfather entered the room first, alone, on doctor's orders. They weren't to overwhelm the warrior with a large entourage so soon.
His smile softened when he witnessed Sif awake and in much better condition than when he'd last visited her. Thor entered the room fully and partially closed the door behind him. The God of Thunder struggled to find the right words... the mixture of both relief and guilt, the balance of questions he wanted answered and the trauma he assumed she wanted to forget. So instead, Thor's large body found the small stool beside the bed and he sat. He forced a long breath from his lungs and admired Sif with the fondness she'd earned. "You're always so dramatic," Thor complained with a smile across his features. The charge was one that Sif usually leveled at the once Prince of Asgard. "Causing such a fuss," he shook his head in disapproval. "I'm glad you're home."