Some can barely see as he's led through the cell door, his head hitting the lintel hard enough to make him swear under his breath. It's too bright here for him, just from the light coming in from the small, high window, and he jerks to keep from being pushed through the beam of light that falls from it.

Over seven feet tall when he draws himself to his full standing height, the grue makes the cell feel small. But immediately, he folds himself awkwardly into the shadows of a lower bunk, all but filling the space. He's afraid. This place reeks of humans, not a hint of another grue anywhere near, and that can't be good. It's not safe here. It won't be safe here for anyone.