She doesn't finish her sentence, but Thor hears her anyway, and he would be lying if he said he didn't also wish he had her here fully, with all her memories restored. It's as if there is something just out of joint, centuries upon centuries of camaraderie hidden from her beneath this spell that's stolen her away, yet the core of her still remains. Still Sif, even if she does not remember.

Thor smiles faintly at her in understanding. "I wish," he echoes, and does not finish his sentence either.

It's been a while since he's had reason to raise his voice in song, and most times he'd been far less sober than he is now. But there is ale aplenty and it's not a proper funeral without at least one tune raised to remember the lost, and he scratches at his beard as he considers what song would best fit his friends. "The Ballad of Kvasir, then. How did it start..." It takes him a moment to recall the opening stanzas, stumbling over his words a little as he begins, but his confidence grows as he continues on, each line reminding him of the next in turn. It's not an overly complicated or lengthy tale, but it had been one of Hogun and Fandral's favorites, a tale of a warrior seeking fortune beyond his home in order to impress a maiden. Volstagg had never minded much what songs were sung, as long as there was plenty of food and drink for the feast to make merry with his friends.