He walked over, holding her to him, his hand caressing her long tresses. "No one's stealing your hair on my watch."

He sighs. "I know you do, Sif. And I know the others felt the same. But as a warrior, you don't talk about the effect something like that can have on someone, and not just physically. I'm sorry, I don't mean to go about this. It's not like I can got to a psychiatrist to talk about it, they'd think I was crazy."