It was fortunate that Dias' good shoulder was closest to River. The instincts of an older brother took over once again, and he brought up his good hand to rest on her back as she leaned on him. If this looked odd to anyone - which it probably did - Dias apparently didn't care.

"Ashton." Dias nodded at his friend's (?) arrival and hesitant greeting. It was a decidedly odd feeling; Ashton had, apparently, known and fought beside a Dias for months, whereas Dias himself had only met Ashton distantly on two occasions and barely knew the man at all. He was, in fact, meeting a friend whom he'd only just met. "I'm...sorry I don't remember you much."

"My name is Dias," he said simply, finally turning back to the blond man, whoever he was. "And the truth is what I told you. It's an asylum. None of the patients seem to be genuinely crazy, and we've all been pulled from our own worlds and are being held here against our will - all our personal effects taken, all our powers...such as they are...weakened considerably. Don't believe anything the staff tells you, especially the Head Doctor, because the whole place is a lie. At night, patients can roam as far as they can manage to get - not that escape is easy, since the layout of the building changes randomly. I've woken up in a different room than I was in the night before. And the monsters that come out and maul anything they can catch just make things more difficult." Dias nodded at his arm in its sling. "During the day, things are normal and the staff act like they've got no idea anything strange happens during the night. You'll get proof soon enough if you don't believe me."

Dias hoped Ashton had caught all that. He wasn't going to repeat it.