Thorfinn was on his knees, trying to catch his breath. He didn't consider himself one to get tired easy but swimming through cold waters had always zapped his energy, but it never really stopped him. He could feel the chill all the way to his bones.

He had learned in his time before that so few understood him that it was best if he just stopped speaking his language and focused on the common english. But it felt so far away now, hearing the voice he knew so well he looked up through his wet bangs, his brown eyes wide and confused, a hand moving to clutch a wound that was no longer there but his brain hadn't realized it yet. "...I... I don't know, Thor. Something is not right." He dropped his head and choked up some water, his shorter hair still fell like a golden halo around his face, hiding his eyes that were downcast to the cold ground. "Why am I back?"