"You need to stop trying to think for yourself and lay back down, you're exciting your pretty little ass over things you don't need to worry about in your condition." Walking out of the room, he realized that not only had she mentioned his sister, but he'd also accidentally called her ass pretty. Rubbing his head, Faelan had to ask himself just what the bond meant to him now. Of course he didn't just she Shula as a tool. She wasn't a weapon. He couldn't even use her as one if he wanted to. But he still couldn't even tell what he would now consider her. A friend, an acquaintance maybe? Part of him wondered if the bond wouldn't ever be more, but part of him despised the fact he'd even been thinking about more than mere friendship with Shula.<br/><br/>Walking down the hall, he half hoped he would meet up with the demon armed cunt, just so he could bash his face into a wall and ask him what he was actually doing down here. But the other half of him never wanted to see the guy again, because it was finally starting to feel like they'd escaped from the Foundation's ridiculously sticky maws. Shula and him had been lucky enough to get through the portal, and Faelan had assumed at this point the Foundation hadn't sent too much after them, because of their damn regulations. All the regulations that meant they came into Gehenna using all the protocols and Foundation equipment that made them walking targets.<br/><br/>Finally making his way down to the barkeep that acted as the arena's functional kitchen, he shilled out a couple coins before slowing making his way back with a couple bottles of unknown liquors and what he could only hope were bird eggs. The light steam coming off them smelled enough like chicken, but he'd been alive long enough to know that everything tastes like chicken. Coming back in, he was surprised to see her actually sleeping again, but he struggled not to look at her. Her calm and innocent look was something he relished almost, it was completely different from when she was on guard in her waking hours.