Faelan wasn't sure what to say at first, just quietly sitting there listening to the wind and the river. He knew he had to say something and he had an idea of what to say, he just didn't know how best to word it. "I imagine they actually aren't too far behind us at this point. The foundation will be using the same portal, it will only take them to where we came from if they have the same portal. It's like a search history, but for portals into hell. It's kinda funny actually, it's why I told you to think of something. I have all the places I've gone well documented. However, when they came through for you, they must have been pretty far off, and only just heard about you. It's much harder for them to track demons here. Especially with how many there are."<br/><br/>It's why he had her pick this of all places. He remembered some of the treks he'd been on to find specific demons. They had to drop him off just by the closest portal they had to where the demon was last seen. Shula could pick somewhere completely new, somewhere they'd have no idea about. Although he hadn't planned her to pick so obviously the place they'd kidnapped her, it'd still give them plenty of time as a head start. "It's why I had you use your blood. You'd go somewhere they haven't documented and been to a hundred times already. This is going to be almost as new for them as it is for me."<br/><br/>Thinking back to when they first came through the portal, he remembered the way Sam had grabbed her, and then lost his arm. He had to wonder if that bodyless arm was still just laying out there. Or what had happened to Sam himself. "Think of all the trouble Sam probably got in for letting us get through his mits," Faelan said, with a small smile making it's way to his face. "The foundation must be pissed, you are a bigger loss than just a couple of succubi and an employee or two. Not to mention the tabs they must have wanted to keep on me."