Shula shook her head, shrugging and going to down the shot again. "No, it's fine." She replied. "I didn't really expect it either. but uh... yeah. That was Amelia. She was the one who helped me escape from the cult. She was badly burnt as a result of punishment for something she had done wrong. They had a 'cleansing' ritual they did for anyone who didn't follow their rules. I kind of found her scary at first- she was assigned to be my personal care taker after the incident. It was a risky job for them because I was...less than compliant. Actually, I think I might have been more animal then having any resemblance of humanity in me at that point. She showed me compassion. How to not be a mindless monster."<br/><br/>Shula pounded to more shots with ease and she was thankful for the buzz in the back of her head. It distracted her from the pain she was feeling and as Fealan and her continued to talk she began to become more loose with her words, talking more openly and being less reserved in her emotions. The chat wore on and began to feel almost friendly to the woman. She honestly didn't know how to feel about it. Uneasiness still lingered but there was a mutual understanding between them. Shula had never known any human personally before Faelan. She knew that in Gehenna humans would find their way there and wander the land, usually making it as bounty hunters or peddlers.<br/><br/>"I never thought humans could be so resilient if I'm being honest." She said, her speech slightly slurred. She had easily downed eight shots and around three mixed drink Fealan had made over the course of the past couple of hours. She didn't know what time was it nor did she care. All she knew is that she was drunk and she didn't have to think about her night terrors anymore. She pursed her lips, a thought coming to her head as she swirled around her drink.<br/><br/>"What am I to you?" She suddenly asked, looking back up at Fealan. "A tool? A weapon? A novelty?"