The next morning Gilbert found himself woken by Sigrun giving him a rather violent shake. Her purplish eyes bore into his red as the opened and she frowned.
"Time to get up. Get your act together. . . Prove you are worth keeping around." Her voice held a dark menace to it and Gilbert involuntarily shuddered, he made a mental note not to make her mad, at all costs. Once he was sitting up, Sigrun wrenched him to standing, her thin fingers biting into his arm. Biting his tongue Gilbert just barely kept from yelping in both pain and surprise at the action that had just happened. There was a tension forming in the air as Sigrun almost frog marched him to the loading area and finally into the driving compartment. She shoved him down into the bench and flopped down next to him. Mikkel observed the action between the two, and sighed.
"Sigrun, the idea was not to scare him." The medic scolded softly noticing Gilbert's slight trembling, and the nervous way that his crimson eyes kept darting to Sigrun every time she made a noise. The red haired woman gave a scoff, and pierced Mikkel into a hard glare.
"If he is a seasoned warrior he will be fine." Her voice practically dripped venom, and Mikkel wondered how she could be so gentle with Emil but so harsh to Gilbert. It then struck him, Emil she understood, Gilbert was a mystery. The pale man was an unknown outlier, an unplanned piece, a person whom Sigrun could not read. Mikkel blinked and gave Gilbert a soft pat on his shoulder, and the man's trembling stopped. The crimson eyes looked up to the medic's and Gilbert nodded in thanks before looking were Tuuri was driving. The silence that fell between the members of the crew was deafening, and even Reynir did not try to break it. At some point Mikkel handed Gilbert his clothes, bow, and his quiver. Sigrun looked over the man as he donned his weapons and spoke out grimly.
"A long bow. . .Wow. We are so dead. Mikkel this was the worst idea you have ever had" Mikkel was about to speak when Emil looked at Gilbert then looked to Sigrun.
"Actually I think that is a pretty smart move. Bows are quieter than guns. And if he hunts, he wants to be as quiet as he can be." Sigrun fixed Emil in a stare and huffed loudly, the kid was right.
