Collected again, the ex knight stared blankly at the blanket waving around infront of his face. Magic. It's just magic of some sort. Surely.

With a slight groan of his own, he pushes himself off and out of the chair. Having been tense for nearly his whole resting period, he stretches a little and yawned. Making his way to the kitchen which the blanket was pointing to...he thinks, anyways. 

"Well... this is odd but, I'll try talking anyways...did you...want me in here?"