Shula didn't know how to react to the touch. If she had been sober she probably would have pushed the man away out of principle but she was in a drunk and emotional state. The woman wrapped her arms around Fealan, burying her face in the man's shoulder. Shula let herself surrender to the need for contact that she didn't even know she craved and she let the tears flow freely, seeming to be crying for the both of them. They just sat there for a minute, Shula thinking she was going to hate herself in the morning for letting herself get this inebriated. She could feel herself beginning to doze found it impossible to lift her head, eyes glassy and unfocused. She was sure she fell asleep on Faelan's shoulder that night.<br/><br/>She didn't realize it, but that night the bond had strengthened between them and weather Shula like it or not the following morning she was still craving the mutual contact. She didn't know how she had managed to get to her giant beanbag sometime in the night but when she woke up her head was pounding. The dragon laid there for the better part of an hour, trying to go back to sleep but finding it impossible due to the severity of her hangover. Eventually she gave up, getting up and making her way to the kitchen. Her bed head was exceptionally bad, her hair seeming to have a mind of it's own as the golden strand stuck out every which way and the crust in her eyes was a reminder of how much she had cried to night before. Rubbing her face, she opened the cupboard, grabbing a glass and guzzling down about two glasses of water. She searched through the cupboards again, this time on the hunt for food.<br/><br/>The woman felt at odds with herself. She remembered most of the events that had transpires the previous night and she couldn't say she was too happy with herself. 'What was I thinking?! Cozying up to a<i>human</i>so easily! This bond is having awful affects on my moral compass..." She thought to herself, glaring at the brewing coffee pot as she tore into a poptart.