A low growl answered her wake up call as emerald green eyes slowly opened a bit.<br/>The boy's eyes changed colors depending on his mood, green usually meant he'd been asleep or tired.<br/>Terran just stared up at her for a few moments, trying to remember what had happened, since he'd just fallen asleep and forgot a good chunk as his mind tried to recover.<br/><br/>After about two minutes the growl finally stopped and carefully and slowly pushed himself to his feet.<br/>That's when his mind actually registered what she'd said and he took the clothes from her, glancing around to see where the bathroom was.<br/>He definitely wouldn't turn down a shower, god knows he needed one.<br/><br/>Instead of a thank you, Terran just bowed his head a tiny bit, almost a nod, before he limped off to the bathroom.<br/><br/>The boy didn't bother locking the door, though he did shut it. If anyone wanted to get in, a piece of wood wasn't going to stop them.<br/>He quickly pealed off his blood shirt and dropped his pants and boxers. After glancing up in to the mirror he frowned. The kid honestly looked like he should be dead. There were dozens of scars riddled across his chest and shoulders, dropping down past where the mirror was permitted.<br/><br/>Terran stared for a few moments more at the sick reminder of how his life was, then hopped in to the shower, turning it on hot and enjoying the treat of comfort that the hot water brought as he scrubbed himself everywhere.