The days had gone pretty smoothly, even Faelan had to admit. Thomas still seemed too anxious around him, but nothing he couldn't handle. There was a little tension between Shula and himself still, but not in the harsh, grating way it had been. Just the usual connection they had built up slowly through all their time back in his apartment. While the hug had felt really out of the blue at the time, Faelan noticed they tended to be nicer to each other more and more. The gentle ways she'd bump past him when they were both in the shop, or how she'd softly let him know she was around him with subtle touches.<br/><br/>The bond kept them close, so they had to go into town together when they needed something. He'd tried running out of the range once, but the bond didn't want any of that, and it felt like something inside him was trying to crawl back towards her. It wasn't only uncomfortable, but it almost felt like the bond was forcing them closer. He'd get drawn towards her, even when they were just on opposite sides of the house. Even with the shitty sleep he'd been having lately though, they seemed to get along, and Thomas for the most part stayed out of his way. They had a few standoffs, Thomas wanted Faelan to help in the shop, and Faelan definitely did not belong in a cursed items shop. He'd already knocked over a shelf, scared a customer off, and given away the wrong item to the wrong customer.<br/><br/>In fact, it was currently one of those times where he was standing in the shop, waiting for something to happen so he could do, something. He didn't really know at this point. Wandering around like a lost puppy half the time, he'd find some sort of mess and half assedly clean it up. Shula seemed to be helping the mother of a couple of children, the small kids playing outside pretending to fight each other with sticks. And pretending was definitely the right word for it too, they were basically just swinging madly at each other, hoping to hit the other first.<br/><br/>Walking out there, they both stopped when his towering form loomed over them, but he simply pulled out his sword and smiled at them. "You guys are doing that all wrong, you gotta get ready to move when the other swings." Taking a stance more fitting of his long sward than their sticks, he still held the stance until they tried to match it. Putting the blade back into the sheath, he straightened out their stances, moving them as they held still under him. "Now, despite what you see all the time, you don't want to hit blades together all that often, it can dull the blade and leave nasty nicks, instead you want to lead the sword off to the side, or into the guard."<br/><br/>He noticed the sticks they had weren't very accurate, so he ran back inside the shop and found a couple of small wooden swords, ones he was pretty sure weren't cursed, and took them back outside. Handing each kid one of the swords, he grabbed the tips of the swords and motioned for them to follow his hands as he went through some basic motions with them. They didn't pick up on it very well, but he enjoyed just showing someone how to fight.