Observing the giant closely, Eva had to admit she did feel a slight sigh a relief wash over her as the sword was finally sheathed, for whatever reason. But then the stranger started headlong into several different spoken tongues that Eva had never heard before. Each new language brought the islanders head a little closer to her shoulder in confusion as she stared on. The confusion was obviously contagious as her stranger went to pinch their nose and fuss with their hair. The thick mane of cream hair caught her attention and she found herself leaning around the form in front of her to observe its true length. Surely one with hair that long was a female?<br/><br/>And then, finally, a language she understood was spoken though the smirk on her company's face was rather disconcerting. Just when she assumed some form of civility was going to happen, they went back to snapping their oversized mouth at her and Eva was quickly finding this habit to be a rude one. Granted,<i>she</i>was the one that dropped in on them. Her. It. Female, right? "Yah dragon s'ah blight'ahn dis land. Dey need tah be destroyed, copa?" Eva growled softly at the giant before her, her own hands clenching as the memories of that day played through her mind. Those creatures were the cause of it. It made no sense otherwise.<br/><br/>The islander opened her mouth to speak again, but found herself pressing back against the tree instead as the stranger approached and even went so far as to disrobe her silver hand and poke at her healing wounds. Eva hissed softly at first, but soon became distracted from her own pain when she realized the being before her was fine. They didn't pull away in pain. Their skin didn't sear away. She smelled no burning flesh from the touch and this small marvel floored her. Her shoulders, once held square and proud, slacked under the weight of such a discovery as her mouth soon followed suit, gaping open. Just who the hell was this person? Ever since that spirit bonded with her, no one had been able to withstand the heat of her skin. She took a closer look at the giant before her from head to toe, but her eyes always came back to the branches coming from her company's head. They were almost like dragon horns... Eva scowled softly and reached out to touch the rough-looking pillars when the thick underbrush around them started to quake and shiver. She brought her hand back to her person immediately, deciding to hover over the blade she had sheathed loose around her hip instead.<br/><br/>Emerging all around them were lithe and tanned people with a killer's look in their eye. Some were grinning while others were grim and focused, but every single one of them had weapons drawn and facing the two women under the willow. Whatever the people had wanted, they were clearly going to take by force. The petite islander shivered, horrified as she noticed all the faint souls lurking around the people as well, all seemingly attached to various bones that decorated each of the warriors they now faced; as if the soul of the dead was bound and unable to move on. Eva cursed under and glanced to the side at her previous company. "Cahnnibahls," she whispered.