The pit of servitude was brighter than Oki had expected. Sure, it was a menacing red-and-orange motif like a flaming inferno, but it erred on the side of vibrant instead of moody. It made it a whole lot less terrifying to wake up to.
Nobbin was already awake when she sat up. He was studying their surroundings with a kind of curious trepidation — like he was scared of what was going on, but also really quite keen to see how it'd all turn out.