"Yeah." Shula let out. After a few more moment she stood up, her mind feeling much clearer and calmer then this morning. Talking seemed to have helped her quite a bit.<br/><br/>"We should get going." She said, extending a hand to Faelan. She pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She felt less lost and the urge was too strong for her to ignore at this point. She hid her face, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she let him go, almost as fast as she had pulled him in. she turned and began walking, berating herself for the impulsive gesture and hoping Faelan didn't hit her over the head for it.<br/><br/>The sun was starting to set again when they made it back home. It hadn't felt like two days since they gotten here and when Shula entered Thomas seemed relieved. The next couple of days were spent with her wanting to help around the house. As the wound on her arm healed she was moved to the shop where she helped with keeping track of inventory and working the front desk, ringing up anyone who wanted to buy anything and dealing with angry customers. Honestly, half the time she felt like she wanted to kill half of the people coming in but she learned how tp put on a stony expression really quick.<br/><br/>Even if neither Shula nor Faelan would admit it there was a small change in how they interacted now. There was still bickering (loads of it) and comments back and forth. They grated on each other as always but now Shula didn't seem to mind it as much. It was almost welcome for her and when Faelan was ever not around for long enough there seemed to be some sort of longing for his presence. Shula didn't know if she particularly liked the feeling and it just seemed to awkward to bring it up so Shula never asked if Faelan felt it as well.