I'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day I'll die.
Coming back to the waking, living world was a blessing. Sif would never deny that fact. The change was equal to cool water or blue skies... balm on blistered skin... but not quite 'peace'. The healers... the sorcerers... those studied in the workings of the mind... None had been able to soothe her discomfort or piece together a solution for her disjointed mind. Time, they said. It would come in time. While she waited through said time, Sif was back in the comfort of her old friends, her new home... and some other newness which required some getting used to. She had done her very best to focus on the positives and be pleased and happy for Thor and their kingdom. Of course, she was, but there was that tiny feeling of abandonment that Sif couldn't shake. Thor had married. Centuries had gone by without mention of a spouse... and while she was gone for a half year, she returned to meet his wife and children? They were splendid, albeit, but her own heart was greedily mourning the relationship and closeness she and the now-Allfather once had... and the hope she had once harbored.