It was a struggle to let Loki's hand go, but Sif managed without letting it show. This may well be the last time they were affectionate with each other, and now the time had come for her to make peace with it, and enjoy what time they had left before Loki truly succumbed to what she already suspected was there: a need to move on, to avert complacency. Caught again doing what she had vowed not to, Sif cursed under her breath. It was difficult to know when to stop, what not to say. And even more so was not truly knowing what had happened to Loki, only the outcome. "Forgive me. I did mention you become alone, bitter, out of reach, did I not? I imagine that is painful. I truly know not what transpires, only that you associate with unsavoury types and that they may have a hand in twisting you. There is suspicion that you are unhealthy - of mind as well as body. So be careful. Think of us. You may not have had so in my timeline, but in yours you have something to come back to. I hope it is still there when you need it."

A smile came over her features and Sif waved a had in dismissal. "I am not putting myself on hold, Loki, fear not. There is peace in Asgard, now. Escaped prisoners have all but a few returned to their cells and I don't think we are for war any time soon. At least I hope not. As much as I revel in it, like any soldier I only want for peace after all this time. But I do hope you are correct. This place has been a gift that I intend not to squander, and I have time to enjoy it." Thinking back to Lorelei's words, always thnking back to them these days, Sif snickered humourlessly. "You have caught me at a very odd time in my life, Loki. I've begun questioning my place in the world as it were. The order of things as I established it. Amusing, is it not?"