"I can understand. Do you know how many times I've woken in the night, thinking I've felt something on my neck, and panicking to make sure my hair's still there?" Sif shook her head, one hand absently going back to her hair, as if to reassure herself it was, in fact, still long and flowing.

"But, don't think for a moment that we don't honor and respect your sacrifice. It's... humbling to us all that you would be so brave."