That was a lot to process. The Lady Sif, Odin's favored guard and companion to Thor for eons, whom had found herself on every battlefield imaginable, victorious, pinched her brows at the empty city spread before them like a puzzle box she could not solve. She folded her arms, her armor fluid and soundless- but her mind was reeling.
The concept of sudden children stood out with a particular kind of volume, as did 'gender swapping'. And of course... the lack of choice involved in the entire thing. After many long moments of silence, she breathed in and out a heady sigh.
If Thor was so certain of the ways of this realm, who was she to argue with it. He was her most trusted friend. He would not lie to her.
And if he was playing some kind of game, she would knock his pretty yellow head to the next dimension.
"Still. I say we've conquered worse," she finally offered with a small smile in the spirit of support and companionship. It was that morose expression. She couldn't stand it.