Chapter 243: CH: 240 The Medicine Pavilion
{Chapter: 240 The Medicine Pavilion}
Fandral stared at Sif's retreating back, a hint of worry in his eyes. "I don't know why, but I get the strange feeling that something's off about Sif. Am I just imagining things?"
"You're not imagining it," Hogan replied, his arms crossed as he observed Sif as well. "She seems... distracted. Like something's weighing heavily on her mind."
Volstagg let out a hearty laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "Nonsense! She's just hungry. That's exactly how I get when I haven't eaten for a while — all grumpy and quiet!"
"Don't assume everyone's like you, you walking stomach!" Fandral barked, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
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At the celebration banquet in the grand halls of Asgard, the long tables were overflowing with sumptuous food and golden goblets of mead. Rows of roasted meat, fresh fruits, and delicacies from all across the Asgard covered the tables. Warriors in gleaming armor mingled freely, laughter echoing through the marble columns as tankards clashed in celebration.
Sif sat among them, but her expression was distant. Her eyes were fixed on her plate, yet she hadn't taken a single bite. The smells, the flavors — none of them stirred her appetite. The warmth and joy of the celebration felt hollow to her.
After a long moment of silence, she stood up abruptly.
"Sif?" Fandral called out, his voice laced with concern. "Aren't you going to eat? The feast's only just begun!"
"You all enjoy yourselves," Sif replied without turning back. "Don't worry about me. I'll return shortly."