"Thorfinn got another care package from our darling captors. Got nicked by the axe head they gave him." He explains easily, leaning back in his seat to stare up at her. He doesn't care about all of her incredulity or her judgmental tone. "I try not to dwindle the food supply much, so it'd been a few days since I've since fed. I'm sure you can do the math."

Not that anything had happened. Or that he'd been that close to it happening. But it was still very much a possibility, any time anything like this occurs. And Thorfinn doesn't understand the danger of it. "And you're wrong, by the way." He glances over at his fellow Norseman, "If I wanted to hurt you, you couldn't stop me. You wouldn't be fast enough." Even with his powers cut in more than half, he's faster than a human.