Throwing back the blankets covering his still frail form, Loki sat up and swung his legs around so he could place his feet on the floor. The carpet felt strange against his soles as he stood, and he was surprised that he didn't feel weak or topple over. Having thought himself on the verge of death, this new life was like a breath of fresh air. His magic was still restoring itself, but there was enough within his core to dress himself. So that is what he did, covering his form in simple Midgardian clothing. Happy in his black slacks and sweater, Loki left the room in search of his brother.