Remaining motionless and silent for several moments after the door shut, Faelan finally allowed himself to calm down as he could clearly hear the demon stomping his way back to whatever hole he crawled out of. Already, his mind was struggling of something he'd actually be able to say to Shula. He'd saved her life, sure, but he'd been forced to take over her body in order to do so. Even in his own shoes, he could only imagine how pissed he would have been to have the same happen to him. Seeing as how they were in such close proximity to each other, the last thing he wanted was to bring back all of the tension that came with distrust.<br/><br/>Even now he had to question what had happened. Vince had mentioned something about it being a force of trust or will, and while he hoped for it to be trust... Part of him questioned if Shula actually trusted him at all. Remembering when they'd first been bonded, and he tried forcing her to jump, he didn't known if it was even possible that it was anything other than him willing her on. It was impossible to even pretend he didn't have a habit of forcing other people to do what he wanted already, whether it be through his willpower and stubbornness or brute force. He hadn't really tried to<i>force </i>her to do anything, now that he thought about it. Maybe the new experience and her inability to fight back is was overpowered her body.<br/><br/>Grimly, he looked at Shula, sitting ever so calmly in the bed. Several conflicting emotions ran through him, and he forced them to stay on his side of the bond. He was happy that she was okay, but he was pissed that Vince had put him in this situation. Concern ran rampant through him as he worried about losing the progress he'd made becoming her friend. There was even a hint of confusion as the Foundation in him told himself not to be worried about how she felt, and the softness he knew his sister would have to this approach. Despite his desire to simply shut Shula out, Larentia's voice seemed to echo in his mind, all the times they'd bickered and she calmed him down. Before he could talk, he had to swallow, feeling the uncomfortable lump every inch of the way down.<br/><br/>"When you were knocked unconscious, that lizard was going to kill you," he said, his voice shaky and unfamiliar with feeling like he had to explain himself. "I wasn't going to be able to get to you in time to stop him for killing you either, I was just too far away, and my arm was dislocated." He knew that she wouldn't appreciate him beating around the bush like this, but he was actually struggling with his words for once. "So I made you move, to protect you." He paused, having to look away from her as he couldn't make himself keep eye contact, before he shamefully sighed, "Through the bond."