Haunted Wood Way down we go.

When he had finally adjusted as much as his body would allow, he felt content. More content than before, anyway, considering he still had a broken limb and was living in a pit against his wishes — but good enough, all things considered. They couldn't reach him in here unless they chose to jump in to the pit themselves, and Revui didn't think anyone would be that stupid; he was hungry, angry, and always up for a fight, even if he was down one limb and jacked up on medications. He plotted to pass the time; thinking of all the things he would do to the bastard that broke his leg, or to the red woman that had faced off against him initially—but then his thoughts were broken to pieces, splintered by the sound of a voice calling down from above. It sounded young. He almost didn't look up, but when he did Revui spotted the girl.

A part of him wished he wasn't broken, so that he could launch himself from the pit and grab at that little face, pull her down to the depths with him and thrash about. The only reason they kept him in this pit was for ease of access; they could toss herbs down to him, or food, or he supposed, sharp rocks—but the connection between the shard of stone against his face and this girl was completely missed. She was asking him for a name, he presumed. What did it matter?

Uyo. He quipped back, his voice a dry rumble, more at home alongside the quaking earth. His sound transformed to coughing, and after a series of rasping breaths the spasm concluded. He stared up at her with the same malevolence as he'd shown the dark stranger from earlier—wishing they'd come closer, daring them with that look, but knowing they were out of reach. I need.. water, he drawled factually, as if the child could help him.