Shula gratefully chugged down some of the water, putting the jug on the end table. She leaned back, watching Fealan intently as he undressed. She'd be lying if she said the man wasn't attractive- god was he. She never really had the time to dwell on it, because while hew as aesthetically pleasing he was also an asshole. She had gotten used to it by now but sometimes she'd take a moment to just look at Fealan and his silver features. Everything about him seemed to be made of snow and initially looking at him she could almost imagine he'd blow away if she breathed hard enough on him.<br/><br/>When her eyes caught the scars on his back she couldn't help but reach forward, her finger gracing over a rather thick and shiny one on his back. She was careful of her claws, absently thinking she'd have to cut them at some point or they'd get too long for her to work with. He was covered in them and for a moment she felt like these scars weren't just inflicted by the monsters he fought in battle but something else. She had some, but not nearly as many as he did. Having armored scales over some of her most vulnerable parts helped with that.<br/><br/>"There are so many...' She said lamely, letting her finger tips slide across his back as she dropped her hand. It was the only thing she could get out right now and it wasn't even the stupidest thing she could have said right then and there. She smiled, laughing softly as her head swam and she dipped back into her half awake state.