He was rolling around in his bed, kicking the second blanket of its edge. The sheets were ruffled and his bedgown seemed to be wrapped around his body several times, exposing the scars on his thighs. A low whimper was falling of his lips yet again, followed by a helpless sound.
The darkness was reaching out and his blood ran cold when his dagger met the floor with a dull sound. Taking a step back, he nearly slipped on the sticky and slippy ground. Slowly turning his head, he looked at the massacre he caused…
It was one of the nights Judal decided to wander around in Sindria, letting the place’s atmosphere intrigue him. He could see what Sinbad loved about his country, even if he would never willingly admit it. The small smile was allowed on his lips though, since there wasn’t anyone floating in the air beside him now, when he rose higher and higher, circling the palace, watching the lights of the city by night. It was far more asymetrical than the streets of Kou, so much... more lively somehow...
The magi stopped in midair, realizing what exactly he was thinking about and not wanting to really follow the path this would take. It was then that a small, rather familiar noise caught his attention.
He turned around, checking where it came from before he hovered closer to one of the palace’s windows, peeking in. It was a bedroom, no doubt about that - but it was Freckle’s bedroom and that was what surprised him. He almost never caught the other man completely off guard, but sneaking into his bedroom now... wasn’t really an option to be used when it came to getting rid of him, he decided for himself.
Another sound followed, along with tossed aside sheets.
Oh, Judal knew those sounds, knew how it felt to be haunted by nightmares... and was hit by surprise at the sudden rush of sympathy. Worrying his lower lip unconsciously, he set foot onto the windowsill, not coming closer for the moment. There was no way he could do anything about this anyway, right? Ja’far would try to kill him the instant he awoke and realized he wasn’t alone. Judal was pretty sure he was a welcome target to project and unload all these unwanted emotions unto.
Not that he’d actually be able to kill him, but for that exact instant he wanted to save them the trouble the situation was deemed to cause. At best, that was. Still, he couldn’t just bring himself to leave, having stumbled upon one aspect - beside their twisted relationship to Sindria’s king - that might connect them, one aspect they both might have in common.
Finally, the raven decided to stay, cowering on the windowsill, watching.
