Shula downed the shot the drink leaving an awfully bitter and stout taste in her mouth. She cringed, still preferring the feeling over what she had been experiencing. She shrugged, glancing at Faelan. "I-I don't know what to say..." She said, laughing weakly and running a hand through her hair. "It's just been so...fast. I'm not even sure how to handle being here to be honest. I'm just trying to pretend everything is as normal as possible. Between being ripped away from my home and being bonded to you I'm beginning to think I have Stockholm syndrome!" She said, her bitter smile saying that she didn't find anything about it funny.<br/><br/>"Even if I do manage to make it back home I'd have limited options- I mean, I know this prick named Thomas but I could never ask so much of him and the cult!" She said, looking helplessly at Faelan. "They're still out there. I don't know how many but I know they look for me..."