"So she was right?" Shula offered, raising her eyebrows and giving the man a smile. The tip of a sharp tooth peeked through her lips, endearing in a way. It was strange for her...this feeling of warmth a familiarity. She could feel it pouring out of Fealan, like his emotions were water in an over filled cup. Her tail moved behind him, curling behind him. The barbs at the end of her tail nudged at his leg softly. It might not have been very clear but it was her own little way of trying to comfort the man as his bittersweet feelings mingled with her own. Shula studied the picture of Vince, maybe a little too hard. She wasn't really paying attention if she was honest with herself. She was all too familiar with the sting of loss and soon it became unclear who was feeling what.<br/><br/>"Amelia always wanted to keep me safe- which is ironic considering I was born with the intention of being a fighter." The dragon stated, worrying at her bottom lip. Huh. She guessed she completed that part. "<br/><br/>"She'd probably be... furious. Scared out of her wits! One moment she'd be pulling at my ears and the next she was giving me extra things to decorate my nest with. She was really the only one I had that gave a shit about it me. Well, in a good way." Shula glanced at Faelan, golden eyes looking over him. Her hair had grown longer over the year they'd been bonded- it nearly reached her shoulders now but looked just as messy as it had been when it stuck up everywhere. She didn't think it fit her- the woman had always hated having long hair.<br/><br/>"I guess you might give a shit about me a little."