After being given a moment of privacy following some embarrassment, I put on a black cotton shirt, plus a pair of pants instead of the shorts I'd woken up in.
Oh, I remember I was wearing armor, even my underclothes were different... or let's just not think about the details, who cares about details...
Definitely not me.
There wasn't a mirror to look at myself, but I'm sure all my injuries were gone.
I mean, come on... all my limbs got cut off, and black spikes went through me, then my new hand evaporated and turned to dust, but here I am happily wiggling my wonderful fingers.
I felt a new strength and flexibility in my body, like every little part of me had gone through a change and rebuilt itself inside and out... now I was tougher, faster and stronger.
Then there's the strangest thing, my ability.
