Eva, so stuck in her head, yelped at the feel of her arm being pulled and her body falling back into the tent. No matter, it wasn't going to stop her from leaving. At least, she had thought. She soon found herself held down in Jasper's lap, cursing softly at the woman for her abnormally large muscular base. She was even about to ask about it when the woman spoke up, giving her a heavily tantalizing offer. The islander chuckled softly at the thought of the dragonkin slaughtering a whole tribe under her request. It was something she knew her companion would never do, unless it was the orcs she was talking about. Surely the casual gesture of killing an entire tribe while<i>in</i>a relatively foreign tribe was something that didn't sit right with the other healer. She glanced over at the woman that had been working on her before she'd awoken, but couldn't read her face.<br/><br/>Regardless, now with a thousand possible questions buzzing around in the islander's head, she attempted to lean back against Jasper's chest and calm herself. "If da heat bugs ya, aye dun hafta sit on ya..." she mumbled, a slight hue on her cheeks as she realized the comfortable position was also vague intimate. "...Aye can stand." Although she didn't promise she'd stay still. The desire to go out and gather those herbs was a heavy one as she'd already burdened her companion with enough of her nonsense on this trip; not realizing this was nonsense as well. "N' aye dun take ordahs from ya, Jaspah. Ya should be takin dem from me." The implication was unspoken that she was hinting at how she was her 'owner' still; bestowed upon her from their time with the orcs. Whether she'd crossed a line with her joke, however, was based on how the woman reacted.