It didn't take much for Shula to fall asleep. As soon as she wrapped the blanket around her form she was out like a light. The dragon had dreams of her old home that night. They were blurry and unfocused, sunlight filtering through the curtains of the kitchen window. She woke up feeling relaxed and content until she remembered where she was. She scoured the kitchen again, griping at Faelan about getting food when he emerged from his room. They were escorted to the facility that morning by a guard and for the better part of the week that was the routine. There they would under go a physical examination before being let to the pit again to battle grotesque looking creatures. They still didn't sit right with Shula. The creatures seemed belligerent and completely unintelligent. On top of that she noticed none of them used magic and when they were injured their blood smelt weird; it made Shula nauseous more often then not.<br/><br/>When they came back from training and examination Faelan would just retreat to his room. When they weren't at the facility or Faelan wasn't cooped up in his room they were often sneaking out through the hidden shaft in Faelan's room. As the days passed the woman noticed that the bond was becoming less volatile and more lax, emotions flowing less erratic then when they were first bonded. Eventually they got groceries and Shula could tell Faelan was having fun ordering the guards to move around the new couch he had got. The dragon was surprised when he presented her with an extremely large cushion to sleep on and more clothes to wear.<br/><br/>Shula was beginning to tolerate the man more and more. Of course they'd argue and Shula would do petty things to piss them off but it wasn't too long until they came to an unsteady and strained acquaintanceship. The woman often refused to do any house work for the man that wasn't her mess but one thing she seemed to enjoy was cooking. She immediately took on the task once she realized Faelan's version of a meal was having some junk food before pounding four shots of whiskey. The realization that Faelan was a hardly functioning alcoholic didn't surprise her in the least.<br/><br/>One night she was picking up plates after dinner and loading them in the dishwasher. Faelan had retreated to his room almost immediately after but it was only a few minutes before he came out, dressed in mottled gray and looking like he was about to go on a mission.