Shula sat down on the couch, taking one of the squishy throw pillows and hugging it to her chest. she relaxed her body, feeling almost immediately tired. "Anything is fine..." She said, staring out one of the windows. She felt so out of place in a world like this and the homesickness was hitting her hard. She thought about how everything had come to this. The dragon remembered flames when they had managed to subdue her, the heat licking her face.<br/><br/><i>"They burnt down my house..." </i>she thought, the image flashing in her mind. It was fuzzy, like fogged glass had been placed over an image. The smell stuck with her though, burnt wood, blood, and the crackling of fire. Even if she did find a way back home she would have nowhere to go to. No one to go home to...<br/><br/><i>"Maybe Thomas can help...?" </i>Shula furrowed her eyebrows, hugging the pillow tighter. She didn't even know how she would get ahold of him.