With a little bit of the grogginess rearing it's head, he gave her a half assed smile as she fret over the beast. "I doubt it'd mean anything too bad. The thing had a lot of limbs, might have had a dick or two we didn't see. Who knows?" It did stick in the back of his head though, her worry might have just stayed there without his consent, but it did make him wonder about it. Those types of demons typically never get assigned genders, considering they probably get created by dark magic or stronger demons creating them in their image. It hadn't seemed like the kind of thing they'd keep around for a study either, such a low ranking demon, little intelligence. He'd be surprised if it cleared C rank. The thing's acid might have interested them ages ago, but they've since created much better acids.<br/><br/>He rubbed his face, all the way back through his hair as he sat there. He thought about what had happened the night before, and the fight. How they'd both let themselves go, then put up their guards again. "Hey, Shula," he called, getting her attention, "I just wanted to let you know, you're the only person that's been in that room since she passed. Even though I was a dick, I don't regret it." It wasn't her fault he'd gotten that drunk, and he couldn't deny it felt better to know someone else just saw it. Knew about her. It wasn't much, but Faelan actually hoped Shula would have respected that. Looking away, he gave a small smile as he imagined his sister getting along with the dragon.