Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

Tags for reference. He's hallucinating a little due to poppies.

The dark women had left him. He couldn't recall when exactly, but he had fallen in to a stupor after being administered some medicine and time had slipped away. The swelling in his broken limb began to reduce somewhat thanks in no small part to @Serem's splint and subsequent poultice; meanwhile, the alert behavior of the land-shark that was Revui had dulled. He no longer listened for the approach of passing bodies, nor had the will to lift his head when strangers came calling. He was made in to an ornamental lump of silver fur due to the poppies that fogged his brain.

On one hand this made his recovery go by much easier; he wasn't pacing in the pit any longer, wasn't primed to defend himself should another of the more violent tenants of the forest come to visit him, and by remaining prone for long periods the splint could do its work. Still, Revui pushed himself out of the mental fog as far as he could, trying to regain some semblance of control over his limbs (which didn't amount to much of anything); he saw dark shapes in his periphery and could not follow their swift, shadowed movement.

At one point he thought he saw a familiar face equipped with yellow eyes and tried to lift himself up, to stand, to watch, maybe even call out with a deep bellow—but by the time he'd managed to haphazardly lift his chest and prop his working limbs beneath, the shadow had drifted away, leaving Revui distracted and confused—and then he would settle again in to silence.