Marek, for his part, was incredibly glad to be getting out of the hospital. He was glad for the clothes Melinda had brought, glad to be sitting up and actually ready to move out of his bed, ready to be doing anything besides sitting in this incredibly tedious and boring room. Not that home would necessarily be less boring, but it was a change, at least.
"Yes," he said fervently, not bothering to hide how unbelievably ready he was. His burns were still present, yes, and they hurt, but the muscle that had been eaten away had healed, and the wounds were now just on the surface. Of course, he hadn't moved most of those muscles in a big way in a while, so he was going to be a bit weaker. But he was getting up and getting ready to move, and that was a start. Holding on to the bag of his belongings in one hand, he got stiffly to his feet with a hand on the railing of the hospital bed, grinning when he managed it - even laboriously - by himself. "I'm ready."