Kol was walking through the Abbattoir when his keen sense of hearing caught onto a particular sound, that of his youngest niece in tears. The youngest of the living male Mikaelsons tensed. For a moment, fury was blazing in the Originals deep brown eyes. He was very protective of his brothers children.

The wildest of the Mikaelsons walked up the stairs and to the room of his niece, gently knocking on the room of her door to alert her to his presence. They were the only ones in their family home for the time being.

"Darling?"

He speaks softly. There was nothing but concern in his tone.

"I'm coming in."

He said before his hand found the chilled metal of the door knob and opened it. He walked over to his niece, pulling her into a warm embrace.