"Unfortunately, I got to see it first hand. I got to hand it to you, you've got some pretty fucked up nightmares," he said with a slight smile, pushing her a shot of whiskey. At least he thought it was whiskey, he didn't really look. Taking a swig himself, he reassured himself in the fact that it was indeed whiskey. The views of the burnt woman, the robed figures, Faelan felt like he could use a drink too.<br/><br/>"So, wanna talk it out? I might not be the best at this shit, but if you want to vent, I am all ears." Even though he could only do so much to help a demonic dragon get over her past, he had his fair share of experiences with pain before, and although he wouldn't have the best words, he'd have sympathy. And that was the best he had to offer.