After the fight they were carried away on stretchers to the infirmary, hospital staff attending to their wounds. Shula had strange dreams she could hardly remember, trapped in her own body as she was moved around. There was screaming and cheering... of course she didn't know what any of it meant. The first time she woke up she seemed delirious- endlessly thirsty and unresponsive to any questions save for a growl. The dragon was defensive, only allowing Faelan to go near her without showing aggression. It was clear she had a pretty bad concussion and no one seemed to know how bad. They carted her off to her and Faelan's room so she wasn't taking up space. It was a relief when she actually woke up the next day and was aware of her surroundings.<br/><br/>Groaning she cracked her eyes open, thankful for the shitty lights located in their room. She cursed, head pounding like a drum as she tried to get her bearings. She lifted her hand up, feeling around her head and realizing she was bandaged. Her ribs hurt like hell too- why was she here again? Oh yeah, the fight... The fact that she wasn't dead right now must have meant they won. She rubbed her eye, looking around the room as she slowly came to. The next question on her mind was how the fuck did she make it out alive? She was sure that giant lizard had her in between a rock and a hard place as soon as he got his meaty hands on her.<br/><br/>When she spotted Faelan's mess of white hair she couldn't help but feel a little relieved. "H-Hey." She croaked out, her voice cracking horribly. Holy shit, she needed some water.