He rolled out of the bed, stretching to make sure everything had healed properly, before summoning a handful of items to him, including a change of his own clothing. He dressed in the summoned clothing, making the bed with a thought before draining the pitcher, and heading to the door. He realized that he likely hadn't been expected to survive, most mortals with his damage didn't survive the shock of having the damage inflicted, let alone the infection and other problems that came with it. He was curious about his 'rescuers' and wanted to thank them for what basic care they had given him.