Shula was grateful for Thomas's comfort and she hugged him tightly, enjoying the warmth. It had been far too long since she had any sort of compassion and while Faelan had his moments nothing could compare being back somewhere that felt even a little bit like home. The woman felt a bit better after that, but not by much. She thanked the man, laughing as he seemed to be upset with himself for crying. After helping to clean up the kitchen in a solemn but comfortable silence she went back up to her room, not really intending to sulk but doing so anyway.<br/><br/>The woman plucked some books off of a dusty shelf that was situated at the opposite end of the wall and busied herself with reading for a while. She briefly wondered how Faelan was doing but shut off the thought. For hours she read without really paying attention to the plot. At some point she was sure she picked up a book in a foreign language and she just stared at the text, not finding much of a difference between trying to read the languages she was familiar with. When the woman went to bed she slept until noon and even then she laid in bed, her chest feeling empty and her heart heavy. She didn't want to get out of bed. For the first time in a while she couldn't find enough fight in herself to actually do something. Light filtered in through the dusty window pains and the sky was cloudy, making the room seem as if it were draped eternally in gray,<br/><br/>Even when Thomas came to rouse her from her bed she stayed put, telling him everything was fine and that she was just tired form the journey. It wasn't a complete lie. Her shoulder still hurt but at least she could move around without opening it now. The mountain of blankets she had amassed seemed to hide her entire body and she was quite satisfied with the blanket cave she had wrapped herself in. It was clear she didn't intend to leave her room soon.