He finally turned his head at the sound of her voice, one hand lifting to gingerly touch along the bandages on his chest, lightly prodding his covered wound to judge how tender it still was.  He offered a comforting smile and carefully moved to sit up, keeping his movements slow and purposeful, testing his limits rather then the more bull headed male move to just try and stand.  "Good morning."  He paused as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, grimacing faintly at the tightness of the skin across his ribs, and spent a few moments rolling his shoulders and pivoting slightly at the hips to limber up a bit.<br/><br/>She had grown distant again, likely a fine sign that he had been out for quite some time.  Days, likely, judging by how far along his healing seemed to have gotten.  After a moment to brace himself he finally slid off the edge of the bed and stood, stretching to his full height.  Well toned muscle flexed beneath his scarred skin, and he carefully stretched his arms over his head to the faint sound of muscle and tendon popping and stretching.  Satisfied that he wasn't simply going to pass out or double over, he offered her a confident nod, "I would be dead had it not been for you, little sister.  I owe you a great deal, thank you."  He then crossed over to the table, the first few steps purposefully slow and careful.