[[for Steve]]

Even in this part of the year the classes were mostly held outside, only the worst of weather driving them into the gymnasium of one of the local schools. The elements were something to be trained against as much as each other, and would help the women she worked with to become stronger. But she wasn't a cruel taskmistress, producing a thermos and some small paper cups when the class was over and passing about a measure of the spiced apple drink that reminded her very much of something she'd had often in Asgard to each of the women. Slowly they gathered their things and said their goodbyes, promising to be there again in two days or making their excuses. Only when the last was gone did she start to pack up her own things.

By now Sif was used to gaining a watcher or two as she taught her self-defense classes in the park. She barely noticed that as she packed there was someone nearby, and when she did look up it was still a wary look, but not nearly as confrontational as it had been her first few weeks teaching. "Do you need assistance?"