[ For all that the man says he's all right, his silence had said more than his words did. Sunny knows what it's like grasping at straws of okayness. He remembers what the lie tastes like in his mouth.

So he doesn't question it, nodding instead. At least the man doesn't look like he's been exceptionally abused, which is something of a point for the guards in the dungeon.

At his question, Sunny shrugs his shoulders. ] I haven't been treated like this in a long time. [ His arms fold over his chest then in the mildest discomfort. ] It's... different. But being pulled out of that fountain with nothing... [ He's lonely, he's weaponless, he's lost, he can't read. ] I'll take what I can get.

[ Turning his head a measure, Sunny checks on the nearby guard before moving to lean against the brick by the man's cell bars. His arms cross again, but this time he looks more casual than anything, his head dipped down towards some nondescript patch of floor. ]

Are they treating you okay? [ Sunny's voice is lower now, but hopefully it's enough for the other man to hear. ]

Did they tell you why you're here?