Faelan's body still ached, and he could feel the aftermath of the fight, mixed in with the now faded hangover. Unaware of the new surroundings at first, he'd almost completely forgotten about the fight until the pain hit him. Everything felt weak, and throbbed painfully, but he was better than he had been after the booze. It felt like a majority of the alcohol had left his system. The bed was uncomfortable, and the grey of the walls seemed to strike him almost as much as the pain did. Shula and him had spent a decent amount of time in here already, so he was far too accustomed to the concrete walls at this point.<br/><br/>Shula said something and it caught his attention, but he hadn't exactly heard her. "Back in this hell hole," he grunted, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, feeling a wave of nausea as the steel underside of the frame caught on his legs. Looking over at the demon, she seemed to be fairly bandaged up, and he realized she was probably still stinging from the acid. "How long have I been out Shula?" he asked, hoping it was just a couple of minutes to an hour at most, but realizing from the way his body felt it was probably much, much longer. The clothes on him also weren't the ones he came in with, so he imagined he'd had to have been changed, recently as well.