Ghost Lion Crag the night so black that the darkness hums

Wait—Yami?

Something clicked; he remembered why that name was familiar. But there was another scattering of stones on the ledges above, and his attention snapped to that in an instant, and the recognition was much faster.

"Arcturus," he breathed, surprised to find him. Not surprised by the wary, leery way the darker of the lost found his way down. Relief was within Dirge's grasp, if not in body language then in tone, even when a new twist to their sordid tale arose.

He spared a glance towards Yami, but found it hard to keep his gaze from Arcturus.

"Go to your left, the right's not sturdy," he called up towards him. And almost deftly, casually, the usual color of his mirth to Yami: "You'll have to forgive me for mistaking you as your sister. Didn't expect to see you again."

What a fine line to walk.