Oh, he had it all. Touch, taste, hearing, everything. He was somewhat back to his old self. But simply... better. As he explored the room, the doors opened, and a figure stepped in. "I see you are getting used to your new body, are you not?" If Feryun had anything to say about Noiratrom now, is that he had changed. Dramatically. The man now stood fifty feet in height, and had a body composed of a multitude of different parts. Horns, wings, reptilian features, the man wasn't human anymore. The only human thing he had left were his origins, his memories and his mind. He wasn't clad in armour, instead wearing regal vestments.