Eiro looked at his wrist, watching his muscles slowly repair themselves. It was taking a bit longer than before, most likely due to the constant, rapid deconstruction of his body throughout the evolution in the first place. He took a deep breath and sighed. Mana flowed through the blood in his veins, which Eiro quickly used as a conduit for healing magic to speed the process up more.
The demon carefully made his way to the small room connected to his bedchambers, where he stretched out his arm. He wanted to keep movement to a minimum, so using Arcane Magic, he quickly created some translucent mage hands to assist him. They took clothes from the hangers and shelves and carefully put them on Eiro's body, letting him leave his room.