Shula was seeing exactly what he was seeing now, albeit more confused than frightened. She blinked, unsure of what had just happened. She was falling so deep into Faelan’s own emotions that she feared she may drown in them. She seemed to pull back on the bond, closing herself off as she shook herself from her mourning.<br/><br/>It was terrifying how quickly their emotions collided when they were connected by the bond and Shula didn’t like it one bit. There wasn’t much to reconcile after being shaken like that when the door to their cell opened. Sam stood there with two trays in his hands and a nurse behind him. He felt the tension in the air, looking between Shula and Faelan with a puzzled face.<br/><br/>“Is uh…everything going okay here?” He asked, putting the trays down on the small metal table that was bolted to the ground. “I got some food for you and a nurse is here to check your wounds again Faelan.”