Thomas was worried, for a moment, what Abby might have done- or offered- in order to secure that sort of deal, but he pushed those thoughts aside. Instead he nodded, even though he wasn't quite sure he could stand- he reached one hand to the bed post, using it for balance as he stood, the movement slow, deliberate, his legs still sore and likely bruised as well. Once he was standing, he took a deep breath, his toes and feet tingling from the sensation after a few days of disuse. Bridget stood as well, reaching for Abby's hand as she did and staying close- she may well have clung to her if she'd been able to walk that way.