The wound that put off the fighting for so long was healed enough for strenuous activity, though he had been doing some training for a while to make sure he didn't get too out of practice and get floppy or something. The white haired man was, luckily for Grim or he'd look stupid going into an empty room that was not his, sitting on the bed polishing the sword.  "I do," He glanced up to reply, not really giving too much of a care about Grim coming in like that.