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

Revui heard something overhead, from the edge of the pit. He didn't really understand what was said because he only knew common and truth be told, if he knew there were other languages in the universe he would probably assume it was witchcraft or something. The stranger said something above him and he gave a lazy glance to where Vanity hovered near a slanting shaft of light, but was too sleepy from all the drugs to really care. He heard the sounds and didn't make sense of them, leading to a moment of confusion (???) and little else. But he noticed her, so that's a plus.

His bushy brows raised, and he looked to the dark shape, seeing his brother standing there for a split-second until his eyes could really focus and his brain could work (he wasn't the sharpest shiv in the prison); and mechanically grunted a What? towards her looming shape; he couldn't exactly walk closer to where she stood on that ledge.

The recent addition of another body to the pit hadn't gone unnoticed, but almost in preparation for that, Revui's meals had been stuffed with extra bits of poppy and he was so loopy, he couldn't quite tell what was real. That made it safer for whoever was down here with him, presumably.