He looks at her. Smiling faintly. "Thank you." he says softly. Looking at her. Nodding his head. Following her as she helped him out and into the house. He takes the clothing. Focuses on them and then pictures himself wearing them. In a bright flash of light he was wearing them. Shaking his head. "No thank you. I am not hungry." He followed them. Eyeing Victor. He looked at him like you burn in hell asshole. But only Victor would know the thoughts that were entering his head were from Hoshi. <I will destroy you. Send you the bastard that you worship. You should fear heaven's wrath. Heaven can be a bitch> He cutes off the thoughts. He came into the kitchen after he got the hang of walking. He looks at Victor. "Hit my cousin again...I'll break fucking arms." he says in a Japanese accent. His eyes flashing with power that only Victor would see. "I see hitting you do to her." he adds. "Should I call cops?" he adds in a way that says I mean business. He looks at her. Walking over to her. "Thank you Cousin." He says. And he hugs her. She would feel increased warmth and then the bruises and pain would go away. Whispering into her ear. "He really should get his eyes checked. Those places are so spotless the military would be envious." he winks at her. Helping her as best he can.