The familiar burn of work rung through Faelan's body, the sun had been hot enough to get him to stay in the shadows. Because of his albinism, the sun seemed to be mad at him like everything else in this realm so far. A couple of people walking by stopped to stare at him for a second before he returned their looks, but with much more fury. He'd lost count of the number of trees he'd felled up to this point, but he'd actually knocked the head off the ax a time or two. The small mountain of wood to him almost seemed like enough for the time being, and he reveled in the thought of his prank. Neither Shula nor Thomas had come out to talk him back inside, so instead of calming down, he let his adrenaline fuel him longer, and he knew where all of this wood would be going as soon as they were asleep and tucked away for the night. Even Faelan had to admit this was petty, but he didn't care, and wasn't about to stop.<br/><br/>Thomas felt bad about bringing up Amelia, and he could see how uncomfortable Shula was just thinking about the subject. It was rude of him, and he apologized. After her request to see where she'd be staying, he lead her through the maze he called home. Marshaling her around all of the more magical and mundane objects he had stored on the first few levels, he lead her to a small part of his storage that she'd be able to make some space out of. He honestly wasn't concerned in the slightest where that bloody madman would be staying, and didn't have the nerve or the ambition to go out and stop the hunter from chopping down trees.<br/><br/>Sitting down at the table after he left Shula alone, he sat thinking to himself.<i>What in the hell are you doing Thomas, letting that pasty cunt stay here, just cause of Shula. You got you plenty of cursed items and rubbish that'd deal with a simple human quicker than a bullet. You don't need to deal with this bullwacky, it's not your job to even take in Shula. </i>He scolded himself for not putting Shula before himself. It wouldn't be hard for him to accommodate the young demon, she'd hardly take up space and he knew she was good for her labor. But the hunter, he didn't want to have to deal with the hunter any longer than he had to. Mumbling to himself for quite some time, he heard Shula coming down the stairs and tried to put on a softer face.<br/><br/>"Hey love, sorry about the little mess earlier. I just got my knickers in a twist, and I'm concerned for you and all. Amelia wouldn't be mad at you, I know you've got the grit in you to make sure he doesn't ruin you through that bond, no matter how belligerent he is." He pulled her out a chair, and already had some food cooking for the both of them. Knowing she likely had an appetite from the night before, and just to heal from the bullet wound, he made sure to add a little more meat to the kibble than normal. "Speaking of which, that cunt's still chopping wood."