Sif watched him from her vantage point, remaining silent as he entered and started to strip. She almost announced her presence then and there, but something in her hesitated, taken aback by how exhausted he looked, how weary. What had he been doing to himself? And why?

"You look terrible."

She finally pushed herself to her feet as she said the words, stepping out from behind his desk as she narrowed her gaze on him, taking in every detail.