The woman lay fairly undisturbed for the rest of the night, shifting here and there. The alcohol helped her sleep soundly as she sobered up and she felt a little groggy as she was pulled from her slumber. She was still pressed up against Fealan in a similar manner from last night, although she didn't really remember much. As she was roused from her sleep she sat up, her hair flinging in a few different directions. She has always had bad bed head but it seemed particularity awful that morning. Bits and pieces came back to her but it felt like a dream; it had to be.<br/><br/>Shula rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up a bit more and get a hold of her surroundings. She glanced at Fealan, her face heating up as the image of her lips pressed against his entered her mind. She raised her hand, her finger tips brushing against her mouth and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. There was no way that happened...right? She glanced around the room, attempting to get off of the bed in order to get dressed before Fealan woke up, but she flinched when she heard him wake up.