Shula was going to snap at the man who was keen on leaving her behind but Fealan said something before she could get the words out. She followed quietly, a glare plastered on her face as eyes followed the pair. Even without the bond helping she could practically see the waves of smug satisfaction coming off of Fealan. The room, no matter how small, was a welcomed relief. It provided some privacy and didn't smell as awful as the crowded<i>pit</i>they were making new comers sleep in. She couldn't help but let out a short cuss though, looking at the singular bed in the room.<br/><br/>"God damn it- what the fuck does the world have against me?" She asked no-one in particular, plopping down on the bed. It was awful but better then the thin as fuck mats they'd previously been offered. She sighed, looking at the tiny window. She felt a spike of embarrassment, the situation reminding her of the kiss Shula still wasn't sure that they shared and she thanked her darker complexion for hiding the heat in her face. (of course she knew it had happened, she just didn't want to believe it.)