Eva flinched slightly from her reading when Jasper discovered the fruit she'd kicked to her and crushed it with her hand. Things were becoming a little... taunt. If this was only the 3rd day with four more to go, Eva wasn't sure how they'd handle it all. And Jasper afterward... Eva glanced over to the dragon, seeing the blood dripping from her wounds. Her need as a healer had her calling to fix the wounds, but her logical side kept such things at bay. And with them being self-inflicted, she felt it less pressing to heal the body and more so a need to heal the mind. The islander rose quietly from her spot against the wall after watching Jasper's several attempts to get near her. The action would have been endearing if not for the knowledge that she'd likely be forced upon the moment her dragon rider was granted freedom. She took in a breath, still pleasantly surprised her lungs were cooperating so well due to such a rudimentary thing as dragon saliva. To be healed by a dragon... The islander made her way over to their packs and picked out a piece of meat that had been seasoned to last on their journey.<br/><br/>"Jaspah!" she called out before tossing the piece of meat towards the woman. A part of her felt almost satisfied, now seeing Jasper in full regalia of wings and tail, to be tossing meat to her like a beast. The part of her that hated that part of Jasper. The detachment she felt towards the winged creature now that it was clear she was all dragon and no Jasper made it easier to cope with the overwhelming urge to heal the poor creature. She still didn't want to see her suffer, though. After tossing the creature another, rather large, piece of meat, Eva retired back to her spot against the wall and curled up with the book in her hands. And what was she going to do about her daily cool downs now? The further she got from Jasper, the more the dragon screamed. The islander grimaced softly at her thoughts, noticing her options were quite grim.