Thorfinn didn't really believe in wasting things that could be used. Bones had many good uses. Such as being used as a makeshift nails. He had stood repeating the words written after asking what they said. He was learning little by little he was learning. He didn't think himself to be the sharpest tool, but he would learn it all eventually.

He was sitting quietly not far from Jo, a knife in one hand whittling away at a pace of wood. He didn't care that he was covering his gray scrubs with wood shavings he was more focused on his work. He figured if he stayed quiet no one would notice his lack of conversational language aside from anyone who already knew. Part of him wanted to go back to the woods like he usually does in the day. He didn't though, he just sat there carving at the bit of wood, every now and then reaching up to push his hair back behind his ears.