He carefully stands, shaking, trembling, and braces himself on the wall of the chamber, waving to Ophion. "I'm....fine, for the most part." He stretches as much as he can inside the small chamber, his helmet changes into a integrated tattoo, covering his face in black swirls. His eyes glow softly white. "I....have flesh....for the first time in centuries....." He knocks carefully on the see through door. He blinks, startling himself for a moment. "What.....what'll my scythe feel like, after all this time?"