A little sore from the night before, Faelan winced as Shula dug her claws into his arm. She didn't pierce anything, but he followed to avoid such a thing. She seemed to hesitate when they passed where he'd chopped the wood earlier. The earth was torn up and covered in small pieces of wood, the ax laid there still, the handle looking shiny from his exertions only the day before. A little glimmer of satisfaction found it's way into his heart just looking at the aftermath. They started walking towards a larger group of trees, further towards the outskirts of town. There was a small bald patch, with several freshly cut trunks, but they walked right past these. Pulling on his arm, she let go easily enough, but they continued to walk for a while before coming to a small river. Surprisingly, the water was clear as could be, and even Faelan could see into the depths of deep riverbed.<br/><br/>"So, did you pull me out here just to tell me not to hurt the demon's feelings Shula? I did exactly what you asked for, even moved the wood next to the fireplace. I think he's just being critical of me." His tone was somewhat joking, but even he could hear the distaste in his own voice. If it wasn't overwhelmingly apparent to her that he had no interest staying here, maybe she'd picked up on his tone. "You do realize you can't seriously just expect me to move in with some random ass demon, in the middle of Gehenna right? This sword on my back wasn't made to cuddle up with here Shula, and I think we both know that damn well." There wasn't any anger in his voice, but that didn't change how serious it was. He had hardly fit in at the foundation, and that was simply because they had a similar past time. Faelan didn't imagine he could whip out his sword and indiscriminately killing these heathens without getting swarmed. This wasn't his element, and he stuck out more than he'd like to admit.<br/><br/>Picking up a flat rock, he threw it, feeling the light burn of the work he'd done yesterday tear through his arm as the stone made a few resounding skips before plopping loudly into the water. He watched where the stone had went under, and didn't bother to look at Shula. The nightmare was still fresh in his mind, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to bring it up. Shula was a demon too. There was no denying that. But over these long months, and through the bond, Faelan sadly had to realize that she was the only being with any form of positive connection to him, and that positive one being half assed already as it was.