When you come too, you see that you're in a comfortable bed. Oh thank goodness. Falling asleep outside on a rock without proper care is extremely dangerous, after all. "You're awake!" A person, a motherly woman who seems to be in her late thirties or early forties, greets you. "Hello."
You ask her who she is, and if you're alright, health-wise. After greeting her, of course. Gotta be polite. Assuming you are a polite person, anyway.
"I'm Mathilda, a magician living by the cliffs of the mansion. Life's fairly simple here, though I do sometimes hear stuff like werewolves howling at the moon, dragons flying through the air, and maybe the occasional overly-loud moan of pleasure." She pauses for a moment, and she laughs. "Yes, this place is strange, isn't it?"
You nod. You then shuffle out of your bed, and feel that your left leg is actually much better than it was just last night. You thank her for this, and then ask her how she healed you.
"Healing magic, simple as that." She explains it simply. "...Though it's possible I might've messed up, since I used a more experimental spell on you. So, if you feel... Off or strange, let me know. From then on, you can stay in this room until you're ready to leave."
Mathilda leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. You sigh in relief, glad that you lived. ...But then, as these stories go, you start to feel a little strange. ...Crap. You remember what Mathilda said earlier, about her using an experimental version of a healing spell. It seems she was correct in the way it'd possibly screw you up. It's then you feel yourself start to change...