Seeing the strange Qunari withdraw back against the wall of the cell does not soothe Octavius's anxieties. He knows enough about cornered wolves to know how dangerous they can be, and so still makes no move to cross the threshold into the cell. But that wound looked vicious indeed--what little glimpse of it he'd managed to get before it was hidden from view.

The stumbling vocalizations take him a moment to parse through, and he frowns, until it becomes clear that he's being asked questions. Octavius raises his eyebrows and tries for as gentle, non-threatening a tone of voice as he can manage. Which isn't hard to do; he is, at his core, a gentle person. He just also happens to be an exceptionally frightened one.

"I'm Octavius," he says, gestures at himself, and tries to smile. It's a nervous, flickering little thing, but it's genuine. "I'm a spirit healer. You're in the Gallows, in a city called Kirkwall. Not a very nice name for a building, I know. I didn't choose it." Haha. A little joke! ...anyway.

He starts to step forward. "That wound looks very painful. Why don't you let me take a look at it, and you can ask me any other questions you like. I can't promise I'll know all the answers, but," and he shrugs a little, before trying to meet Vlast's eyes earnestly, "I do promise I'll try my best."