Still using the towel beneath her fingertips, she continued to dry off her hair as she met Miles’ gaze smiling softly at the fact, he had brought quite a few different choices from his sisters’ closet. Happy that her hair wasn’t dripping wet anymore and was towel dried enough to not cause discomfort she took the towel in her hands and folded it up before placing it neatly on the table, she’d ask were to put it later as right now she was interested in the different options he had chosen for her. [color=f49ac2]“You sure she won’t notice? I don’t want you getting into trouble for me.”[/color]

Moving towards the pile on the bed she began to look through the choices, colours and variety of tops bottoms and dresses. There was quite the choice for her and a small part of her was excited at the options and she couldn’t wait to just try them on, it had been such a long time having the option to choose what to wear. Iris didn’t count the options she had at home in the districts because the only options she had to choose from were which torn jeans she’d wear or a jumper or a plain T-Shirt. Never had there been a choice like there was in front of her. [color=f49ac2][i]Though I guess when I went shopping with Cas, I was able to choose a little, I just felt a little bad. I didn’t want to take the piss with him. I still don’t want to take the piss now. Is this really okay?[/i][/color]

Finding her thoughts trail off she looked back down at the pile of clothes this time noticing a dark red dress, fingers brushed against the soft fabric as she felt herself smile. [color=f49ac2][i]It’s his favourite colour, I doubt I’d suit such a daring colour, but maybe I’ll try it for him one day. I’m sure he’d like it[/i][/color]. Trailing her fingers from the dress to another navy-blue garment she picked it up in her hands holding it to her body contemplating on wearing this outfit with a smile on her face. [color=f49ac2]“It’s not often I wear dresses.”[/color] Speaking to herself more than anything, Miles didn’t need to know what kind of clothes she would usually wear, he probably didn’t care either. [color=f49ac2]“I don’t count that hospital gown as a dress either.”[/color] [color=f49ac2][i]Or that hideous pink number that Ethan wanted me to wear[/i][/color]. Finding herself cringe at the memory of how that had meant to be a dinner date, thankful that instead the military had raided the prison and they had made their escape. 

[color=f49ac2]“Thank you, for doing this, finding me clothes too.”[/color] Deciding that she would go with the blue number she grabbed the other essentials and picked the towel back up to return it to the bathroom. [color=f49ac2]“I won’t be a moment.”[/color] Moving back to where she had showered, she knew that around the corner was private so she could change there, and she was certain she had caught sight of a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Dumping the towel and the clothes that Miles had leant her into the hamper she got herself changed into his sister’s clothes for the day. 

It was hard to stop the smile on her face as she moved back out the bathroom dressed in more feminine clothes, grinning as she looked back at Miles. [color=f49ac2]“It’s nice. I feel somewhat normal again.”[/color] Iris wasn’t even conscious of the scaring on her leg from the bear trap, the incident that had started this whole mess off in the first place. The dress wasn’t a perfect fit, but it wasn’t tight on her, just a little bit baggy.