Shula sighed, sitting on the bed and rolling her shoulders. Now that they were alone she was tempted to ask about what she now knew was Faelan’s lie. She stayed quiet for a second, opening her mouth before closing it shut. She couldn’t find the words for her questions- they died on her lips before she even knew what to say. She couldn’t help but think that now wasn’t the time; Faelan was already riled up enough and his response might be skewed. He might even deny it.<br/><br/>“We’ll be out of here soon if we work quickly. Besides, I think we found the guy Jack needed us to look for.” She stated. “But it’s weird... he didn’t look like someone who was trapped here against his will.”<br/><br/>The woman glanced back at Faelan, her eyes lingering over his muscular form. She felt her throat go dry.<br/><br/>“Scoot over.” Shula griped, pulling her blanket from her bag and wrapping herself up in it. Faelan could have the shitty one for all she cared. Turning her back to him she laid down next to him, head hitting the pillow. It was shitty but it was something.<br/><br/>“I know we’ll be fine. Just keep your head on straight tomarrow...”