It wasn't hard for Faelan to see how quiet Shula had been through out the day. Every town they'd stopped by yielded the same results, and after each town was questioned there'd be nothing but small talk and silence. There even been a couple times he'd caught her looking at him and blushing as they walked. There wasn't any way to tell how much she'd know, and he wasn't about to tell her more than she knew. The journey had largely been spent just waiting for her to bring it up. After all the time travelling, it seemed like he'd finally have to play along and see what she remembered.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you could dream with how drunk you were. You slept like a log." The joking around wasn't unusual, but it was different. He knew what she was going to bring up, because she was curious. But it'd taken all day to get to this point and even now, Faelan didn't feel like dealing with it. What would he say, what could he admit without pissing her off, and ruining whatever friendship they. Even as he thought about the chances of ruining his friendship with her, he realized he was conflicted about having anything more than a working partnership with her. A demon of all things.