He nods, tying the cloth around his waist. "Thank you." He looks at his hands, fascinated, and holds out his hand for his scythe. "I....can feel things again. After so long...." It appears in his hand, fuzzy at first, then stabilizes. He rests his hand against his head, and softly begins brushing his long white hair. "This feels so strange. I'm.......in a body, that's not fighting me for control...." He smiles.