Shula opened her mouth to say something but instead saved herself from the embarrassment. She wouldn't meet Fealan's eyes and she hugged the cloak closer to herself as they continued walking, as if it would protect her from the barrage of embarrassment. She felt the uneasiness lurch in her stomach and that familiar buzz in the back of her mind. Although she had trouble disconcerting who's emotions belonged to who she could still sense fairly similar emotions from Fealan. He was just better at hiding them. Shula felt frustrated and even a little envious; here she was, an open book while Fealan hid his emotions so well.<br/><br/>"So it wasn't a dream." She said out loud, not really meaning to. Something writhed in her chest and she pushed the particular feeling deep down. The woman knew how to deal with anger. Frustration. Annoyance. Grief. The woman hadn't necessarily been dealt a good hand in life but this confusion was something new- she was infuriatingly open, yes, but she was usually very certain about the way she felt about things. If she was being honest this gut twisting feeling inside of her was something she was completely new to and that scared her.<br/><br/>"Fuck off." She offered weakly, having not really listened to what Fealan was saying until the end of his rant. she dropped the subject without a word, continuing to walk in a seemingly even worse and painfully awkward fog than before. Great; she couldn't even try to make things better. She regretted saying anything at all...