Miles gives an affirmative grunt of sorts, reaching up to grip the bed frame as he pulls himself up. He grimaces at how weak his body felt, clenching and unclenching his hand into a fist as he eyes it, frowning. Inconvenient? Annoying? He wasn't sure how to describe his situation, but he did know that he felt rather hungry.

"I do feel a bit hungry."

Scratch that. Very hungry.