Shula laid in silence for an uncomfortably long amount of time just trying to process what Faelan had basically said. She stared at the ceiling, heart beating in her chest so hard she could feel it pulsing in her head. She blinked, sighing while running a hand through her now short hair, annoyed with the bandages getting in her way.<br/><br/>A swirl of emotions went through her- uneasiness, uncertainty, anger- she wanted to be mad. She wanted to berate him for being so brash in just basically<i>possessing</i>her but she wasn't stupid. He'd saved her life, it wasn't necessarily like he did it with malicious intentions. She'd be dead if not for him. Even realizing this she still felt a sense of unease. She couldn't help it; the fact that Faelan could control her movements brought a whole new part of the bond to light that they'd never experimented with nor experienced before. Could he do it easier now that he'd done it before? Would he abuse the fact he could control her? Would Shula be able to do it when she needed to? It brought up more questions then ever before about their unnatural bond and it only made Shula more concerned. It also brought another question the light: Had Faelan saved her because he cared or did he save her because he knew if he didn't he would die? Both? It brought to light how unsteady their relationship was. What did she see in him? What was their dynamic now? Did he even really care about her or was he just trying to keep her alive for the simple fact that he needed her to?<br/><br/>It was a moment before she talked again and when she did her voice was uncertain and hushed. "When we first met you called me nothing but a tool to be used." She started, her hand fisting in the sheets. Maybe it was because she'd hit her head so hard and she still wasn't in an exactly sound state of mind or maybe it was because they were alone, but her voice cracked as she continued, small and even vulnarable. She was still angery but she was so confused about their relationship that now she didn't know what to think. They hadn't exactly had too many heart-to-hearts with their situation and setting. "Do you still see me that way?"<br/><br/>Despite herself she felt like she needed to know the answer. She wanted him to be truthful- but she didn't know which answer she'd prefer at this point.