“Oh jee, I don’t know. If only we had a certain set of tests designed to measure how well both of you do in a combat setting that doesn’t require you beating the shit out of each other!” He said pointedly. “Why the fuck do you think we set you up with a simple test! It wasn’t to measure your combat ability! It was to see whether or not you could cooperate with each other.”<br/><br/>The nurse dressed Faelan’s wounds hastily enough. She then turned to the demon, pausing as she gripped her tray. She stared at Shula’s claws, obviously putting two and two together and she looked even more worried. She cleared her throat, catching Shula’s attention. The demon turned her head, glaring at the woman and looking at the contents of her tray.<br/><br/>The demon sat up, scooting over a bit since it was impossible to throw her legs over the bed. She could guess that the woman was there to dress her wounds and she stayed quiet as the woman began to hesitantly search her body. Using a wet rag she cleared at the small cuts of dried blood, seeming to flinch every time Shula moved. The demon wouldn’t look at her, instead just letting her do her work in silence.<br/><br/>“God- this is going to be such a hassle. You just dumped a shitload of paperwork on my lap, you know that? How are we supposed to house you two together if you can’t keep from having a pissing match every time you’re given the opportunity?”