As he slips into the room, Envy mainly wishes they could just let Wrath sleep longer. If it weren't for the fact that he's not sure when else they'd get the chance besides right now, too early for anyone else to be awake...

Oh, well. There's not much to be done for it. Envy goes over next to the blanket lump, reaching out to carefully shake the spot where he thinks Wrath's shoulder probably is, speaking quietly in the sort of smoothly reassuring tone that...well, sort of like the one that he'd pulled out when he'd first met Wrath. He's not sure how this wakeup is going to go, but he sure doesn't want to startle the sleeping traumatized pre-teen.

"Wrath, hey, it's Envy. Everything's fine, but wake up a minute."

He figures that 'who's here' and 'everything's fine' are probably important to mention right off. Just in case.