He nods. "You're very welcome. What was that? That was amazing."

They bow their head slightly. "Life pays for life. This is Voss healing."

"—so who paid for that?"

"You did."

He looks down again. "Erm. How?"

"You will learn," says Dalga Wo.

"That's. Not very reassuring but I suppose he wasn't expecting to lose his legs either so it would be very hypocritical of me to complain."

"Come. It is time we give him privacy."

He nods and follows.

He is taken to a small room. It has a bed and a footlocker.

"This will be yours."

He nods. It's not like he has many material possessions anyway.

"Do you require additional time to rest?"

"Not... at the moment, no."

"Very well. It is time for the morning meal. Come."

Follow follow.

And here's a dining hall. He is the only non-Voss present, but no one seems to be paying attention to him.

Options for food look like a choice of vegetarian, vegetarian, or vegan.

That's fine by him. How are the others organised?

Two long tables. He can't see any pattern to who sits where.

Is there any obvious reaction to him walking up to sit with someone else?

Things remain quiet.

Okay so he will sit with someone else and not make conversation at first.

He'll fit right in.

After fifteen minutes, people start standing to dispose of their dishes, and filing out.

...is he supposed to go with? He's probably supposed to go with.

Good guess. His guide indicates a group of younger Voss he should follow.

Follow follow.