Thorfinn's eyes opened, looking to her, he wished he wasn't so desperately gone for her, if he was still cold and calculated maybe he could help her more, or make her cry it out, but this place had wormed its way into him. Made him feel and open up.

He knew he wasn't the same bloodstained boy sitting outside of the hall with a busted arm hating everything. He was no longer drowning in a sea of blood.

"I used to hate everything." he spoke softly looking from her back to the sky. "I couldn't stand people bothering me, and yet I was always surrounded by people if I wasn't sitting in the sails or guarding the boats. I didn't know I needed people until a little girl grabbed my hand and tried to speak to me in a language I didn't understand, until a woman poured me a drink when no one else could and talked to me... and yet again when a woman kneeled to speak to the animal I had saved. I didn't know how to be a person until i came here... I'm still learning to." he reached up scratching at his hair. "What I mean to say is, this is hard for you I cant even imagine, but I'll be your strength, lean on me and I'll keep you up right. We'll walk through it together."