The place was familiar to Shula and she instantly felt more at ease. Between the time she had spent at the facility and the months she had been bonded to Faelan she guess she never realized exactly how long she had been gone. She sighed in relief as she was set on the couch, flinching at the pain of her wound. Looking up at the ceiling she tried to steady her breathing. Walking a few miles while bleeding out wasn't exactly a cake walk and she could tell even Faelan was tired.<br/><br/>She almost felt at home again in Thomas's cluttered home but the empty hole she felt from hearing a conformation of Amelia's death hurt more then she would have liked to admit. It was almost surreal for her, like she was stuck in some sort of dream. Or nightmare. She was still trying to determine which sounded better.<br/><br/>"He's human, not ghost- and my bond mate." She stated, laying her head back on the arm of the couch. She was starting to feel even dizzier and stars danced at the edge of her vision. "Don't ask yet, it's a long story."