Shula made an attempt at laughing but the movement made her ribs hurt too much. She settled for a stuttered sigh- almost an imitation of laughter. "It's a shame<i>I</i>am." She shot back. Her head still felt heavy and her entire body ached. She wondered if it was just her pain she was feeling or if the bond was making her ache more due to Faelan’s own injuries. Turning her head to the side she realized she was in their room. She was trying to recall the details of the fight: she'd killed the bird, Faelan' shoulder was fucked up, the lizard wasn't actually dead like she thought it was...<br/><br/>"Fuck, what happened?" she asked, having a hard time wrapping her head around it. Her eyes ghosted over Faelan’s form, trying to see if he was any more injured than she was. It was obvious she got quite a bit more scraped up but the steady thrum in her shoulder reminded her that he was probably still in some pain.<br/><br/>“Are you okay? How did you even manage to take that thing down?”