Thorfinn listened to Kol speak, those brown eyes of him looking at Kol almost like he was looking right through the other. Kol was telling him how to hurt him, to put him in a deep sleep.

And as this hit him all Thorfinn could do was stare. Wondering if any of that wood was in the woods and if so, he would find it and make sure that tree vanished into their furnace. "White oak... At least it is not here, I do not think anyway. If so, we destroy it." He spoke what was already brewing in his head. No one should harm Kol. Kol was his friend. Friends were rare and he wouldn't lose Kol it he had the choice to help him. Not when it was magic keeping him alive.

He pusher one of his braids aside and nodded thinking about it. Weighing his words. What would Jo say if she knew that his mind was brewing? She told him what monsters do... and yet Kol had a need.

"How much blood do you need Kol? I can bring animals home and give you blood from them. It it doesn't help, we can find other ways." He looked down at his hands then to Kol. "Our captors shouldn't win. "