A soft grumble escaped his lips, lithe fingers running through his shaggy locks, fumbling with his hair. Trying to make it look decent, moving around in his sleep having tussled his hair. The tall half-galra gave up after a moment, seemingly sulking in the mirror. Light shone in through the curtained windows, basking the adjacent bedroom in a gentle glow. He was grateful to have a break from traveling here and there through space.