It took some time for his own shivering to subside, and as they sat there, warming by the fire, the fire itself began to dwindle further, causing the prince to curse; panicked. Especially as Ilona began to stir.
He knew enough that fire needed fuel, typically wood, timber and the likes. The first wooden thing he spotted was a nearby table, of which he promptly tore off one of the legs and tossed unceremoniously into the fire.
When the fire crackled with more heat and light, he felt relieved. He moved to kneel beside Ilona's form, frowning as she trembled and murmured in her sleep. She looked.. awful....
Like death. He shivered involuntarily, eyes locked on her form as worry for her, and their fate, plagued him.
At some point he had drawn closer to her, resting her head upon his lap and beginning to doze off when a gruff voice exclaimed behind them.
"The fuck is this?"
Ehvren woke abruptly, spotting a large, burly man towering nearby the door way, half covered in snow. He moved to stand.. which was his first mistake. Ehvren's form was large and imposing in its own right, seemingly taller, or atleast equal, to the stranger who had just arrived, carrying in snow covered skins and wood.
The bearded man reached for his hunting bow, growling out as he aimed the thing at Ehvren. The prince either hadn't noticed or realized the danger fast enough, had continued moving towards the stranger when a sharp pain suddenly erruoted into his shoulder. Ehvren howled in pain and turned towards the protruding arrow, the pain such a surprise he didn't think twice before yanking the damn thing out as he exclaimed, "You shot me!"
The man, clearly a veteran of the art, already had a fresh arrow loaded.
"Next one's in you'd head. Now stay the fuck right where you are."
Ehvren growled and gave a challenging step forward, hand over his wound as he growled, "Who the hell are you?"
"The owner of this fucking house. And you're trespassing. "