Shula was roused awake by the imaged in her mind. She couldn't place them and they were unfamiliar yet she felt an innate sense of panic and fear. Her attention was then captured by Thomas's yelling.For a moment she thought something was seriously wrong until she realized Faelan had probably done something stupid and Thomas was over reacting about it. Getting up she contemplated going down or not, the debate raging in her head. After she heard more yelling she decided that she should intervene. Sitting up and throwing the blankets off of her she slicked back her hair, not looking very much on the clean side. She had to think about the last time she took a shower and with distaste remembered it was probably about five days ago. Sighing, she looked at her old clothes in a dingy mirror. She looked thinner now, a little too thin for her liking and despite all the sleep she had gotten her eyes still looked tired and sunken in. and decided to look through some left over boxes that were in her room.<br/><br/>She threw clothes over her shoulder as she looked, all of them either to old or too tattered to even think about wearing. Looking around she opened a closet door, pulling out a dress that hung in some plastic. It was old looking, but not in bad condition and while the floral pattern on it seemed dated she supposed it wasn't too bad. It would be a welcome change anyway- she was tired of having her tail restricted by the shorts she wore.<br/><br/>She slipped on the dress, the fabric a little loose around her shoulders. Other than being a little big it seemed to fit fine. The woman threw the old clothes on her bed, making her way downstairs and watching the two bicker. Sighing she stepped forward, crossing her arms.<br/><br/>"Jesus- how long were you even chopping?" She asked, not really waiting for a response. She starting walking forward again, grabbing Faelan's arm and heading towards the door.<br/><br/>"I'm sick of being cooped up inside, lets take a walk." She stated, not really asking the man.