Admittedly he was horrified with how close Avci was advancing, he could feel a phantom of Avci's hands around his throat and the events when he was a prisoner haunted him with terrors day and night. The animal heads, the silence and loneliness – Amal couldn't truthfully say that he was immune to those tortures. But at this moment he was worried that maybe Avci might see the rapid beating of his heart through his chest and the sweat glistening on his forehead – though, the latter of this could easily be blamed on him breaking up the brawl. Could Avci see through his facade? Could he see Amal paling as he came close? It was anger that fueled him and Amal learned long ago that you can't fight fire with fire and he doesn't try to, but it seems nothing he does calms the furnace.
The leader of the rescue team could have cheered when Lev interrupted Avci's intimidations. He was relieved to know that Avci was cautious of the large man, a man who had giants blood in his veins. Lev's daunting appearance was one of the reasons Amal picked him for this team, sometimes all you need is a little bit of fear to get things to move along.
The giant spoke before Amal got a chance to greet him. “Time for bed.” Lev said as he closed the door behind himself. He grabbed Avci’s shoulders after only a few steps into the room and turned the man toward the window. He gave the smaller man a push forward, then sat on the edge of the bed next to Amal’s, the wood squeaking under his weight. He pulled off his boots and set them aside before standing and pulling back the covers. He glanced at Amal and spoke to him in a language unknown to Avci, it sounded liked an Eastern dialect. “Are you alright?” North Eastern, probably near Valhalins-Var. Which was at least a weeks ride from the East coast.
Amal nodded to Lev and sat up more, removing his hands from behind his head and wiping sweaty palms against his pant legs. “I am, he wasn’t going to attack.” Amal replied in the same language, his accent sounded rougher than Lev’s but he spoke without hesitating on words.
From his place near the window Avci watched the exchange, his back against the wall while he sat on top of his bed roll. Even if he couldn’t understand their words, he hoped to read their body language. He learned to do this before becoming the leader of the bandits, he had to in order to avoid being beaten to death by the others in the camp. It was all about survival there, only alliances took your side and helped you to get rid of a problem.
Lev settled into his bed and watched Amal during their conversation. “You’re putting too much trust in that idea, sir. His hate runs too deep.”
Amal slid under the covers and smiled to Lev. “I’d really like to think that there’s something to be uncovered from that hate. He needs to be shown love and opportunity, that we’re not his enemy and he is certainly not ours. I cannot do that on my own.” He rolled onto his side facing Lev, he took a moment to glance at Avci when he saw him shifting to look out the window. Amal’s nerves had calmed tremendously thanks to Lev’s interference. He did his best to not entertain the thoughts of whether Avci would have actually done something to him right then and there, but the thought was persistent. Sleep had taken over by the time Lev replied to their conversation, his words falling on deaf ears.
The next morning Amal was jerked awake by someone throwing themselves over him, bouncing the mattress and knocking the wind out of him. “Rise and shine!” Vukasin announced far to cheerfully. The wild man's biggest flaw to Amal was that he was a morning person, an early morning person. Amal squinted his eyes to look at Vuk who was less than a foot from his face, the room was bright from the crackling fire which was likely built too large for the fire places. Vuk's black hair was standing up at all ends and unusual angles and his eyes were lit with excitement to the new day. He currently laid against Amal's back, pushing him onto his stomach, and tickled a feather under his nose. “Come on, don't want to miss the worm now.”
Undoubtedly Vuk woke everyone in the room, since his view was blocked Amal had to guess that Lev was already dressed and packed. He was very likely making Avci do the same, but Amal couldn't guess what his old friend was doing. He didn't know his habits any more, was he a morning person or did he still sleep as late as possible?
“What was that?” Vuk leaned more weight onto Amal as he leaned closer to hear his leader's mumblings.
He swatted at the feather still irritating his nose the best he could with his pinned arm. “You're preventing me from getting the worm.” Amal repeated more clearly. His response earned a grin from Vukasin who finally pulled the feather from his face and removed his weight, sitting behind Amal. Learning Vukasin's habits and sayings was the biggest struggle when the ranger was added to the team, he obeyed orders just fine and got along with most everyone. But the little things he'd say about worms or bodies of water threw Amal into a loop of confusion, which led to debates and an annoyed Vukasin. Once they started to get on friendlier terms Vuk's playful side began to come out full force. Amal almost stabbed the man the first time he woke him up, from start and frustration.
Amal rolled onto his back and looked at Vukasin who quickly jumped into a conversation with Lev. “Well obviously they wouldn't frozen be in the South.” He defended. “Birds have to eat something when they go down there.”
Shaking his head, Amal sat up and got off the opposite side of the bed from Vuk, shivers wracked up through his bones when his feet landed on the cold wood. He was tempted to take a blanket over to the fireplace and curl up for a few more hours of sleep, screw the worm. And his boots were a few feet away by the door, he stared at them exhaustively. His mind felt heavy with the desire to return to soft pillow, or to rest by the warm fire that called out to him with crackles.
Several more moments of staring at his boots passed before he slowly stood, his body stiff and weighted. Every movement seemed like an extra task, he supported himself against the wall as he picked up his boots. When he turned around he finally chanced a look to see what Avci was doing with all the commotion.
Avci's head rested against the side of the window frame, a blanket barely wrapped around him as he stared into the still dark morning. It seemed to have stopped snowing thankfully. His bare feet stuck off the bed roll onto the wood floor. Amal shivered the more he observed him, the breeze coming from the few cracks in the log walls and the chill emitting from the glass window, Avci would freeze if he stayed there. Amal couldn't see his eyes well enough to tell if he stayed put from sleepiness or sorrow, from the angle the two looked the same.