Shula balled herself up, and Faelan didn't know what to say as he could make out the faint sniffles behind her hands. The silence hung between them for a second, a nice pause from the sadness. The calm, serene nature around them felt good. Refreshing. He was even tempted to tip himself over into the water. The work yesterday hadn't exactly kept him clean, and neither did being on the run. "Honestly Shula, I haven't known what to do since I realized we'd bonded. It was purely on a whim, and your track record for being a living toaster seemed like a challenge. I figured after the bond there'd be a bit more killing and a bit less babysitting you. I know you didn't ask for this, any of it, but I'm sorry I had to take whatever bonding means to you away." He leaned back, reflecting on his words.<br/><br/>They felt genuine enough, but he wasn't entirely sure they were just from him. Much like Shula had said, the bind seemed to be getting much deeper than it had first been. Even just coming here seemed to have it's own effect. He guessed that made sense, magic works better here, and the bond was technically magic. Even just the restrictions the foundation tried to put on him he fought tooth and nail against. Being the more dominate side of the bond, he hadn't really experienced what she had. He invaded her mind, and had it been the other way around, Faelan doubted they'd be as friendly as this.<br/><br/>"Don't get me wrong, I'd still kick your ass if we weren't bonded. I don't need a lizard sidekick anyway," he joked, laying back and letting a small lazy smile creep onto his face. It faded fast enough though, and he asked to break the silence as much as to get the answer. "So what do you think we should do now? It took you being actually in my mind for us to get comfy, and I don't think that'll happen with Thomas. Some things aren't going to change, despite everything that has. And he and I both know where we sit."