"It'll slow down by itself, don't worry," chimed Faelan, looking at the timer on the treadmill's screen. "In about 18 minutes."<br/><br/>He hopped onto his own treadmill, setting the speed similar to hers, and began running, the feel of the tread under his feet warming him. It'd been since well before they'd bonded since he had last attempted to work out, and his body wasn't faring too well considering everything he'd put into it, or put it into, for the past few months.<br/><br/>He kept the pace steady though, welcoming the burn in his body as he felt the work starting to set in, even this early. The clacks of his shoes eventually caught the same rhythm as Shula's claws, and although he imagined she was complaining, he focused on the music, and the sound of his own footsteps inlaid with hers.