He had silent hopes that Einar would arrive one day, the swell of pride he would have to walk up to his sworn brother and greet him in English. Then punch him square in the jaw for never offering to teach him English. It was okay to punch Einar, Einar could take it. These were things Thorfinn Karlsefni thinks about in his quiet hours.

He lifted a hand up to his chest and bowed his head in that way he always was to show his gratitude when people say thank you or do kind things for him. He's mostly learned Your Welcome but this felt more like something that felt more like for a recently freed man. Some things would be harder to remember he can do without having to worry.

If Kate asked, he wouldn't mind showing her, though it was an easy enough task he knew he could have made another but, he only made the one she asked for. It is amazing to him how much more he understands what she's saying opposed to just a week ago when it was all strange noises and unknown words, but what he hears makes him shake his head. "Need sleep, Kate." The Viking spoke, with a hint of worry. He thought a moment of the Svefnthorn, but he had a feeling she might not be okay with that. He'd just have to go looking for something to help her sleep. Surely there was an herb that could be used. He could ask one of the people of the village maybe.