Faelan had come to quite some time before Shula after the fight, fortunately to a relocated arm and a pretty heavy bag of coins. The sounds of the crowd still pounded in his head, and echoed even now, deep as they were underground. "Ah, finally one of you two are awake. That was a rather exciting fight you two got yourself into, and even with that arm of yours, you're definitely the one that's better off." The voice was oddly melodic and detached. Looking around, Faelan first thought he was looking at an angel, before the lighting started to adjust and he realized it was just a more humanoid demon with what appeared to be bird wings. Probably some B class siren, maybe A rank harpy?<br/><br/>It didn't really matter. It gave him some kind of medicine for Shula and made him cart her heavy scaled ass back to the room. Although it wasn't his first time seeing her naked, it felt a little awkward changing her out of her clothes, and into something of his. He didn't want her to wake up and find out he'd gone through her bag, so for the time being, he just threw on his longest shirt, and covered the rest of her with a blanket. There wasn't really any interruptions, and other than doing a short training session to get his arm back in place, he'd spent most of his time babying her, checking her temperature and making sure she wasn't too badly injured.<br/><br/>It almost scared him when she woke up, he'd almost dozed off sitting on the side of bed by her when her raspy voice dragging him back to the present. "Well welcome back to the land of the living Shula, had me scared I was bonded to a potato there for a second." Although he was joking, the fight was still fresh in his mind. More specifically how he'd controlled her body through the bond. It almost felt wrong, the way he'd taken control of her like that, yet, it wasn't something that'd happened before and it ended up saving her life. Unless she brought it up though, it was definitely not going to leave his own mind.