Caeled reached out with his right hand to feel the damp wall of their cell.

Rubbing his head, he drew up to sit against the hard, damp wall.

She ducked around it, and leaned against the damp wall.

Banks leaned back against the damp wall and lit a cigarette.

By holding on to the damp wall, he steadied himself.

A sound brought me back to the cell and its seeping, damp walls.

He put his head back against the damp wall.

The damp walls around them glittered in the bright light.

Feeling around, he found nothing but smooth, slightly damp walls that were cool to the touch.

He moved along the damp wall toward the switch that controlled the light bulbs.