“Dragon, be careful what you do here,” Faelan chatted as he smiled, being home. One of the adjusters slid softly up, the lights in the large living room illuminating the place in a soft light, not too bright, but not too dark. Running his fingers across his countertop, he felt the smooth material flawlessly clean, much like everything else in the house. Walking into the kitchen after Shula, he looked in the fridge, grabbing a cold water bottle out, and opening it up. Taking a sip, he heard Shula rustling around behind him and turned. Her hand was on Larentia’s doorknob. Every part of him seized up, air forgetting how to go through him.<br/><br/>The urge for him to push her away from the door was something that surprised him. Shula’s hesitation to open the door is the only thing that stopped him from yelling. Setting down the water, he walked over to her, and grabbed her hand, pulling her softly away from the door.<br/><br/>“Don’t ever go in that room. I don’t care what this bond does to me, I will kill you.” In the quiet, his voice seemed cracked. He hadn’t spoken up too loudly, but he could feel it rang through her. Dropping her hand, he stared at the doorknob, not even willing to open it himself. Waving his hand, he motioned for Shula to follow him. With a slight point, he pointed to the small corner couch in the living room, on the opposite side of his bar.<br/><br/>“When you need to sleep, that’s where you’ll be alright?” The way that Shula had almost went into the room just irked him, and he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew he was going to brood for the rest of the night now.<br/><br/>“Want something to drink? He asked as he walked over to the bar, pulling out an aged whiskey from under the counter, and filling a small shot glass before downing it.