At some point when Jasper got back, Eva shifted in her sleep and slowly began waking. It was sometime in the afternoon now and the sun was setting. She raised herself to a sitting position and realized she wasn't in Jasper's lap anymore nor was she on the forest floor. Where were they? The islander blinked away the sleep and looked around a bit. She'd never been in an Inn in her life, so the structure was foreign to her. Simply assuming Jasper had taken over someone's house for the night, Eva spied the white mane of her companion towering against the side of her bed. Even when sitting down, she was still a sizable being to be reckoned with.<br/><br/>"Mornan.... er, afta'noon? Mmm... whatevah." Eva leaned over the bed to peer at Jasper's face, wondering if she was sleeping, but the pain in her chest kept her from completing the movement and instead, she fell to the bed with a hiss of irritation. "Have ya slept yet, Jaspah?" She was still groggy and her voice took on a mewling kind of sound as she stretched in the bed. It had felt amazing to finally get a good amount of rest and it was the dragonkin's turn. "Let me make da ointment n' put it on ya horn nah... please?" She wasn't going to let up on it. Stubborn to the very end, but she quietly had ulterior motives in mind as well.