Shula let out a hum, glaring toward the window that allowed the sounds of Faelan's chopping slip through. She couldn't help but think the bastard was up to something. She dwelled on the thought for a few seconds before turning her attention back on Thomas.<br/><br/>"It's fine. I know this is unprecedented and I've been gone for almost a year. I didn't mean to turn up out of the blue but our lives were a little at stake." She scratched the back of her neck. At this point she was used to people trying to kill her but it didn't make it any less exhausting. She assured Thomas that they would be out as soon as possible, especially given the circumstances. Shula omitted the part where the organization was probably still after them, not wanting to panic the man. She felt guilty about it though. She didn't want to drag the man into hers and Faelan's mess yet here she was, sitting at his table and waiting for dinner to be done.<br/><br/>The food smelled great and as she watched the man move around the kitchen she couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. The normality of it felt almost odd to her, like a situation she shouldn't even be in right now. The dragon didn't comment on Amelia though, that was a wound she preferred not to poke right now. Trying to keep up conversation she idly asked him how things were going for him.<br/><br/>"How was the shop doing? Anything new happen? Insert mundane question here that distracts me from thinking about how much deep shit I'm in right now." She tried her best to be chatty but she never was a good socializer. She was even known to hate small talk and yet here she was, trying to talk about anything and everything that could keep her mind off of Amelia.