“I have done more with worse.” Thor grinned, making light of the situation. He could feel the weight in her words as she spoke, and his brow knitted ever so slightly. His great hand squeezed Sif’s smaller, but no less battle-callused, hand in return as he told her, “I shall stay abed as long as you think it necessary, Sif.” With his free hand, Thor touched Sif’s chin to tilt her head in such a way that their eyes met, “But you must promise to visit daily.” There was a twinkle in his bright, blue eyes as he said that, ever a spot of light in a friend’s dark mood.