He was distancing himself. She could acknowledge it - even understand it - but Sif could find no way around it. Not right now. Even though she hated the smile he gave her, the one that made her feel like she was just another member of the court, one that must be shown the facade he so often wore to mask his true face. Her fingers curled into a fist at her side and she averted her gaze before he could see the disappointment in her gaze. Lifting her hand, she pressed her fist to her chest and gave him a bow with the same amount of polite deference he'd granted her, keeping her head bowed.

"There is a chance Thor has not gotten to him yet, my prince," she answered, managing to make her voice even, despite the slightly strained element to it. "He may have returned to his chambers first. You might still catch your father first if you hurry."