Shula was crossing her arms around her chest, feeling almost invasive in the rooms presence. She didn't feel entirely comfortable and she didn't know why Faelan was showing her this. Maybe it comforted him to show his pain to someone? Maybe the bond was doing strange things with their feelings for each other. She looked at Faelan crying on the bed and she too began to feel some comfort in knowing someone knew and felt the pain of losing someone that they relied so heavily on.<br/><br/>Blinking, Shula realized that she was crying again but they weren't entirely her tears. Her emotions weren't entirely hers either and without thinking about it she replied, "Don't say that- it's disgraceful." She said, trying to wipe away the tears from her face. She gave up as the flow only increased and she sniffed, furrowing her eyebrows together. "She died fighting just as much as you- I don't know what happened but the images I saw- I see, when you think about her. They're always lingering and that last memory you gave me, when we were first bonded showed her frail and weak but I don't think there was anything pitiful about it." She said, her vision blurry now, she could feel the room spinning from underneath her and she sat herself down, not trusting her own two feet to keep her u anymore. perhaps she had drank far more alcohol then she thought.<br/><br/>"I don't even know her but she looked like an angel laying there in that bed. All white and pale- I half expected that woman to have wings. Fuck! Why won't this stop!?" She said, furiously rubbing her eyes and trying to get the steady stream she had now acquired to stop. Her chest felt tight and her hands felt numb. It felt too much like fresh grief for her liking.