When the silence between them grew too long for Eva's taste, she paused from her fishing and glanced behind her at Jasper. The dragon was sitting on the edge of the river, seemingly concentrating on everything and nothing. The islander was almost curious as to what, but remembered reading about how much more instinctual it was for a dragon to wanna protect their mate. Her hand grazed softly at the mark once more as her gaze slowly fell back to the water. She felt guilty that she'd grown to hate such a creature. Recalling what Jasper had said in the cave before they embarked just dug underneath her skin to the point that she<i>had</i>to say something about it. It was clear the dragon felt, at least, bad about her behavior. "S'ok, by da wae. Da whinin' n' da yellin'..." Her voice was soft at first, but got brazen and louder towards the end so the dragon could hear her over the rush of the river. "Aye no how it feels ta have dat ache when ya parted from someone." The islander had not been speaking of mates and lovers in her own words, but rather how it felt some of the rare times when the spirit inside of her had split from her body; usually in times of great distress or need to protect the host body. The spirit must of known all was well in the end when Jasper had bitten her, marked her. Or.... if Jasper was right, maybe it didn't care. Maybe it wanted it. Eva could mentally feel her mind shifting gears without her desire for it to and the feeling it brought made her sick. Was Jasper really righ---"Is dat enough fish, ya t'ink?" Eva blinked, perplexed my her own voice coming out with a full thought when she was still in the middle of a completely different subject. She growled softly and tucked the issue away. It was just too much to deal with for now.<br/><br/>Raising herself out of the water, Eva started squeezing the excess from the short skirt she wore before wading back to shore and the small pile of boiled fish she'd made. "Aye'm sittin' beside ya," she warned the dragon as she plopped down next to her; trying to be aware of the possible skiddish nature someone suddenly without their eyesight might have. Eva sat there a moment, not completely sure what to say or do. She was stuck in this bit of limbo where she still had residual hate for the creature next to her, but the new-formed realization that she didn't want to hate them anymore. So she was stuck in conversation purgatory, unsure of things. Eventually, she reached for one of the fish and handed it to Jasper, glancing up at her face and taking the time to analyze it now that she realized Jasper couldn't retaliate and she didn't have to feel awkward for staring. "Ya should eat up. We got haffaday left befah we go back to da village..."<i>And I'm sorry I hated your race and ancestors for several years for something they didn't do.</i>Her heart raced again as she tore her gaze away and bit into a fish of her own. She'd fished out more than enough to compensate on how little fish tended to fill someone up and likely caught enough to even bring on their trip back. Eva wasn't ready to apologize to the dragon face to face yet, even with her being blind.