Reformed on a beach, dry. Gasping for air, and covered in healing wounds. Happened quickly because it was within a story specific world. [He had simply reformed, body having vanished within the water itself after a bit. Still remembering he had died, and left with the proof of it even if-] Lungs still burning.

[He tugged at bandaging then, making sure everything was in place and moving wouldn't cause it all to slip. Not too tight, getting a hand under what looked around Reaper's other side as well. Fingers gliding back to the shoulder to be sure there was enough 'padding' for the stitched and unstitched wounds themselves before he let his hands fall away.

Should be enough movement allowance there as well.]

He might. They were as big as him, too. [He never did well being made to keep to one place, having too much time on his hands, and so he did whatever he could to fill it.]