The woman pursed her lips, her heart dropping back into her chest. This honestly wasn't something she felt like talking about at the moment. She had been through a myriad of events that she couldn't have even thought of as a possibility just a year ago and she hadn't even had time to wonder about Amelia or morn for her properly. A part of her wished for her wellbeing while she had been trapped in the facility but another, more rational bit of her knew that the woman was dead. She had done her best to not think about it- the remain optimistic about the entire ordeal but without even having time to worry about Amelia much less herself Shula had found it difficult. Now that she was in a position to ask questions and let her grief out she was at a loss of what to do.<br/><br/>"I don't know." She said, wrapping her arms around her. "Let's just...drop it. I can't do anything about this bonding so let me just try to make the best of it, okay?" She asked, Her already bad mood seeming to get even more sour.<br/><br/>"Can you show me we're I'll be staying?" She asked in a clear attempt to drop the subject. The rest of the day was fairly somber. Shula got settled in a spare bedroom while Thomas continued to gripe about having to accommodate Faelan. The dragon spent the rest of the time cleaning the cluttered room she was given, moving boxes to another separate room and arranging the furniture that had been previously barricaded by said boxes.<br/><br/>Unlike many others Thomas actually owned the entire building his shop was under. This meant that there should have been a lot of space but Shula was still flabbergasted by how much stuff the other demon had. When asked about it he simply declared he needed storage space and inventory for his shop. It seemed that the further up the complex the more cluttered it became. By the time the dragon was done cleaning the "guest bedroom" she had a pretty nice set up going. She had pushed the bed against the wall and gathered copious amount of blankets on top of it to make a reasonably sized nest.<br/><br/>Throughout the day Shula would become attuned to the sound of Faelan chopping wood before blocking it out again. It had probably been about five hours now and she noticed the sound again. Looking out the window to the backyard she could see Faelan who had by this time amassed a giant pile of wood. He seemed to show no signs of stopping and truth be told Shula was almost concerned. Rolling her eyes she closed the curtain, curling up in her new nest and dozing off. She didn't know what time it was when she woke up but it seemed to be fairly late into the afternoon, the sun making it's way to the edge of the horizon. The sounds of wood chopping could still be heard. She went down stairs, ravenous and looking for food.