Shula rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. She was too wound up to sit down now, that in part to do with how wound up Faelan was. She didn't like that aspect of the bond. In fact, it was almost infuriating for her actually. It was a never ending battle between her and Faelan's emotions and while she felt a smug satisfaction in being able to hide hers better she was finding Faelan's own emotions and feelings exhausting. It was like a constant storm between the two of them and in her state she just simply didn't feel like dealing with it.<br/><br/>"I'm right fucking here you know." She quipped, her tail flicking in annoyance. "And you know what? Speaking of fuel why don't you take all that energy of yours and do something useful, like go and chop wood, huh?" She asked, trying to direct his attention anywhere else other then Thomas. She still looked tired from their long journey and the wound on her arm. She could have honestly gone without all of the yelling going around but she supposed to conflict was unavoidable, especially when she considered the circumstances.