[Envy freezes in place when he hears her, swallowing hard. Of course someone would hear him in spite of his attempt at sneaking. It's just his luck.]
[He's tempted to stay quiet, or maybe to make his voice sound deeper and pretend to be Scar. He didn't want anyone to see him looking THIS pathetic, soaked through and streaked with mud, his eyes bloodshot. He's even got the scruff of a beard coming in.]
[But there's not any avoiding it NOW. He doesn't have the energy to try.]
[So he speaks up, his voice coming out in the sort of hoarse croak that's one shout away from a lost voice. He's been yelling a lot, these past few days.]
[Action]
[He's tempted to stay quiet, or maybe to make his voice sound deeper and pretend to be Scar. He didn't want anyone to see him looking THIS pathetic, soaked through and streaked with mud, his eyes bloodshot. He's even got the scruff of a beard coming in.]
[But there's not any avoiding it NOW. He doesn't have the energy to try.]
[So he speaks up, his voice coming out in the sort of hoarse croak that's one shout away from a lost voice. He's been yelling a lot, these past few days.]
Yeah.
It's me.
[What else is there to say?]